8 Chapter 8. Choke

Point of view: Emara Stone

I should have chosen the front row. It would be like watching him in 3D.

After he left, other board members gave their speech, explained the company's policies and employees' benefits. Boring me to death.

Mayday, mayday, I'm falling asleep.

"You know Ethan, Damison Group had the highest share rates last week on the stock. I think you should invest in them." Rita whispers. I wanted to scream at her that I'm not interested in her or in shares but then I thought to gossip a little.

"Rita, how is Ryan Damison as a boss?" I try to sound in a non-stalker way.

"He is very... neat. I have never seen him improperly dressed. Although he looks a little scary and intimidating, he always smiles at me. I think he doesn't like touching other people as he always maintains a strict professional distance. I think-"

This dumb fangirl is beyond help.

*Cough*

"Rita, I mean as a boss." I specify on the last word.

"Oh! He is very strict with deadlines and is highly punctual. He is a neat freak, he likes the office and compound area to be clean. He has already fired many gardeners, cleaners, and personal secretaries in the past. I have heard he always hires male secretaries because he believes females are clumsy and careless." She said the last line like she is revealing Narnia's address.

"Clumsy and careless, huh?" I say unconsciously digesting all the information.

Well, I could prove him wrong if he appoints me as his personal secretary. I can rock his world, up and down.

"Yes, also he doesn't allow entry of employees from 'O' building to 'P' building. The security area of 'P' building is quite strong compared to ours." She says in a severe tone.

"Pee building? Security for Pee building?" I chuckle. Is this guy nuts?

She nods. "Probably some secret documents or lockers might be there. Nobody here knows about it. And nobody has ever been there from here."

Oh, okay… This guy sounds mysterious. My interest level in him has reached mars.

After the session, Shelly, a friend of Rita takes me to the fifth floor to the department I am assigned to. Design and Analysis. That's the easiest department to choose as I would refrain myself from the chaotic coding of the back-end.

She shows me my table that was right beside hers. I see her table has flowers, pictures in frame with god knows who, and a jar of candies. I wonder what I should keep on my table,

A bong or maybe a gun so these bitches stay away from me.

"You are Ethan, right?"

I turn around and see a thin guy with an oversized shirt and oversized frame on his small face.

I nod.

"Hi, I am Raj, your department's head. The boss wants to be acquainted with you, he has arranged a meeting where the freshers will personally meet him. Your number is nine." He says in a monotonous tone.

A personal meeting with the Hotty? I can see him within my radar like five feet close. Fuck yes!

I nod again. I get seated and the first thing I do on my computer is to search Ryan Damison on google. I see pictures of him in magazines, interviews, press conferences, and opening ceremonies. He really is something.

I search for his social media accounts so I can stalk him better but other than the company's official pages I couldn't find anything. Just a Facebook fan-made page of Ryan Damison, that's it.

I like him. I. LIKE. HIM.

A man who is busy making money has no time for petty fame or social media. My interest in him has reached Jupiter by now.

Around five in the evening, when I am almost done with work, the telephone on my table rings. I have my own fucking telephone. So cool!

As I pick up, he speaks not waiting to hear my hello, "It's Raj, you are required on the tenth floor in CEO's cabin right now." And he keeps his side of the phone without hearing me say bye. What a weirdo!

I reach the tenth floor in no time, I see to my right is a small glass cabin, a muscular-model looking guy bites his lips seductively as he types on his phone quickly. I bet he is sexting.

He lifts his head as he senses my presence, "Ethan, you are next." He points towards the dark brown door on my front. His eyes stay on me for a few seconds as he assesses me silently then goes back to texting. Wait, he is hotty's personal secretary, he is also hot.

I silently walk towards the door, my heart is racing fast like it is getting late to reach somewhere. I remind myself that I'm Ethan right now, not Emara. Do not drool over him, he is just a hot, handsome sex god. That's it.

I take a deep breath and knock twice on the door, I had to fist my hands to stop the nervousness as I feel on the result day. Chill, he is just a sexy man, not an animal. He won't eat me.

My heart thumps vociferously as I hear a loud "Come in." from the other side of the door. As soon as I open the door, the cool air of the air conditioner hits my sensitive skin and I feel the shiver crippling down my spine. It feels like I am entering a dangerous yet precarious, uncertain dicey land. Like a den.

As I enter, my eyes get locked with whiskey brown color eyes which are staring darkly right back at me. Hell's bells! His eyes are so fucking beautif-

*Cough*

*Cough*

*Cough*

Oh my god! Hotty chokes on his coffee. He spits coffee back in his mug and coughs more, like a tuberculosis patient.

I can't let a hot man die. Not him.

I instantly grab the water bottle from his desk and walk around the table to reach him as fast as I could. "Are you all right, sir?" I ask him worriedly as I offer the bottle while I pat on his back.

Suddenly he jerks my hand away from him like it's a spider, the bottle from my hand fly towards the table and hits the coffee cup, spilling it all over his pants.

Hot coffee on Hotty's dick.

He abruptly stands up from his chair, his frown becomes more pronounced, set deeper into the edges of his flawless jaw. I can see the coffee dripping from his pants to the carpet. The area where coffee was spilled turns into a darker shade on his pants. I look further down and see the grey color carpet has now turned into dark grey.

Shit! On the first day itself, I spilled coffee on my boss's little member.

"GET OUT." He shouts on my face. I flinch back in fear as I suddenly feel unsafe around him. His shoulder appears broader as his chest does that up-down-up-down thing heavily. The aura of the room has turned into a darker shade as he looks at me murderously. As if it all happened because of me.

I was trying to help you. You were choking like a dying cat.

Hotty looks mad like he is completely possessed, he closes his eyes and whispers something like 'fuck me moon', I couldn't catch it completely. Unbridled rage roils in his lethal eyes as he walks past me fiercely and storms out of his own cabin. Leaving me behind alone there.

After spending thirty-seven seconds with him I can be sure of one thing, that he is a,

Piece of shit.