"I'm Anna I..,"the chair behind the wooden glass table rotates, and there sat the person whom I was curious about. My eyes widen horror to see the person, the CEO, is him. It's him, the owner of the deep voice who had fight with two weeks ago for a book and I called him a jerk.
Shit! Was this why I got this feeling that tiday is not gonna be ny day, it's going to be bad day. Definitely a bad day. What am I supposed to do? Just run out or should I accept that we gad an awful encounter and say not take anytime to his heart or should I just pretend kike we've never seen each other. Just pretend like nothing happened. 
Embarrassment,  is what I'm feeling now.
He is in a dark blue tuxedo where his inner shirt is white and his tie had blue and white stripes on it. His hairstyle, a buzz cut is not something which I expected to be under that cap but his haircut gives him an extra vibe, or maybe I see the vibe especially because I love guys with buzz cut. Their features are unique and I love running my fingers on it.
"Ms Anna,” he said with his eyes glued on me making me feel awkward.
I keep gaze fixed to the ground feeling his eyes gazing at me from top to bottomp. My brows meet as I fiddle with the strap of my bag. I wish i had the ability to disappear right now. In what situation have i put muself into, i feel like soiders crawling iver skin, slowly, slowly from ny toes to neck. 
"Take a seat." 
My hands stop moving at his voice and I obey his words. I sit, my gaze now fixed to my clasped hands on my lap. Adjusting my glasses I take a glance at him and damn,  he is still looking at me. He seems to enjoy this whole scene of my awkwardness. 
"You," Mr. Han looks up and I follpw gaze to see a person whom I didn't notice when I entered. I was soo engraved in my embarrassment that I didn't even knew there was another peraon in the room. "Get the paperwork done by today or else you will be fired." He yelled at him. The man picked some file from the tsble and he squatrd. I shifted head to my rogyt a lottle to see what he was picking, it was some papers. Without a word or a gaze aepund he walks pit in a flash.i understand how badly that person wanted disappear just like me. 
Ny attention averta when Mr.Han clears his throat,I look at him and those deep eyes met mine for a second. His lresence now, gives me a feeling like we are familiar. 
Of course we are, we stacked a pile of books together, fought for a same book, obviously,  we are familiar.  
"I thought you would look different," he stated.
"What?" The word comes a little louder than expected.
"Why do you wear those," he asks.
"Huh?" My brows and my head was moved forward, curious.  What is he talking about? I tried to analuse what he meant untl he gave a clue.
"The glasses,” he said as he opened my file which was waiting on his table. He mught have gone through ny files for many days to find fault to fire me.
"A problem in long distance vision.” I blurt touching the edge of glasses.
"Ohh, I didn't see you wearing it the other day.” he uttered in low voice and looked at me  then back at the file.
Rubbing my palms as I waited looking at him reading the file. Now I totally understand why many girls are running behind him and why he is known as the hottest CEO.The deep eyes,  his hair especially and overall, his well built body a d his perfect features. Just like the tall giys in anime. He is imdeed good looking.
"Ms Anna,” The mention my startled me.
"Yeah," I straghten myself immediately.  What are you doing Anna? You're asmiring this stupid jerk now!
A smirk made it's way o to his lips as he leaned back to his seat and tossed the file to the table. "Mr. A srews told alot about you
Hardwork,  dedication and has the ability to keep her working environment cheerful. So—" I studies me for a moment while I watch him qith a blank exlression. Is he praising me? Did Mr. Andrews really bother to compliment behind my back?  
"So," he continues.  "I wanted you to be my assistant.  Felt likw it would be a pwrfect role for you. Isn't it great?"
No, it isn't great. Being assistant to the ceo is great, but to be qith you isn't. 
I nod, in denial I would say. "My pleasure." I lie with a tight smile andthe smile duverts to a frown when I notice his grin grew wider.
"My personal assistant Ms Anna,” he stated as he leaned forward resting his arms on the table and clasping his hands.
As I told earlier, his presence now is definitely something else because he is making me hella nervous. Wasn't I nervous in the bookstore when I grumbled? Maybe it's because,  this talll jerk is speaki g now. His voice and the way he talks gives me a tinglings.
He stands resting his palms on the table he leans forward.  My eyes widen watching him with slightly parted lips, astonished. What. Is. Happening.  To. Me... 
"Looking forward to working with you Ms Anna,” he chuckles.
I blinked to awaken myself, and I sta d and stood up quickly, which made me get out of my blank mind immediately. Alright, this should not be happening.  I get this feel when I'm around, especially when he talks it makes .e ynable to snap back. But not matter what, worki g with him is not gonna work. All i got to do us to tell him thay I'm not interested to be his assistant.  Personal assistant.
"Mr. Han." I call out.
His orbs alide up, the corners of his lips twitch to a smirk like he had been waiti g till i mention his name.
"I'm not..."
"And Ms. Anna..." he interrupts. "The contract,  thank you for signing in advance."
"In advance?" I repeat questionably. 
"Yes," he licks his tongue and sits back. "Mr. Andrews got it signed for me."
"What? I didn't sign any contract." I argue.
"You didn't.." he titters rolling the chair to the shelf behind him he grabs a blue file and rosses it on the table. I gaze down at it. The file colour itself remined me of that day. Mr, Andrews, I'm gonna screw ypu up whereever I see you. A week ago, he called me to his ofdice, took thia fole from his drawer and then he offered the flip tge pages and amhust asked me to sign. I wuestion nunerous time but he juat brished off saying it's nothing important to read, so I believed him.
How can I be gullible?
Now that it has came to my senses, the nervous Mr. Amdrews had when interrogated him would aold him off. Mr. Andrews you're no longer the best man in my team.
I stare at the file, my blood boiling a d hands form it o fists. Hiw much i wish to meet Mr. Andrews now. 
"Your cabin is there." Mr Hand pointa to the next room.
I follow his outstretched finger, and my jaw drops to the ground. Today, it seems impossible for me to keep my mouth closed, as my lips involuntarily part numerous times. The wall separating this room from the next is remarkably translucent, resembling a polished glass surface. Its clarity is such that he can witness my every action, even if I were to scratch my back.
"The job, I..."
"Hans," a sexy voice interrupted.
Need time to think, my mind completed sentence. 
I turned around to see the person who cut me off and was the goddes I met in the elevator. Hans, she might be close to him.  His friend or his girlfriend to ca him like that in the office.
"Show her around," the jerk said dryly.
"Sure, dude," she winked at him and waved at me. 
"Seems like everything went fine,” she asks as soon as I exited the suffocating room.
I reply with a hum. Did everything really go fine?
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself,” she stops in her tracks and looks at me. "I'm Charlotte, the leader of the project management team." she introduces herself confidently. As a gesture of formality, she extends her hand for a handshake, which I reciprocate.
"I'm Anna," 
Charlotte showed me around the building, not all but almost every important place that I need to know. The building was luxurious and defined spacious, and my feet began to be numb, and those heels around my legs were just excruciating.I have no idea of how Charlotte walks around with her 6-inch high heels, and here I am where my feet are burning with the two inches heels. Along the way, she took the time to introduce me to the other members of the staff. I observed that the majority of them appeared to be friendly and welcoming, while a few seemed indifferent or uninterested in my presence.
I stopped at the doorway of a specific room, taking in the sight before me. In one corner, there was an L-shaped table adorned with circular stools arranged neatly around it. Dominating the center of the room was a massive sofa, inviting and comfortable. Additionally, I noticed a filter and a coffee machine, ready to provide a warm and aromatic beverage.
"And yeah,you can spend your break time here if you wish." Charlotte flicks her finger and drags me in.
We come to a halt beside by the table, and I take a seat on the comfortable circular stool, which is adorned with a soft cushion. Charlotte carefully positioned two mugs beneath the steady stream of the coffee machine's tap. Patiently, she observed as the rich, aromatic coffee cascaded into the first mug, filling it to the brim and then she filled the other. With a gentle hand, she extended the one mug towards me before gracefully settling into the seat beside mine.
I gently blow on the steaming cup of coffee before taking a satisfying sip. There is truly nothing quite as comforting as indulging in a warm cup of coffee after a long and chaotic day. 
"Charlotte," I turn to my oeft to look at her. "What do you think of Mr. Han?" I ask.
I don't why but I get this weird feeling at the thougt if him, he imis such a jerk but I'm grateful thatbhe didn't bring up our first meeting. Was ge pretending like nothing happened as well? Or 8s there a chance of that person in the booksyore two weeks ago isn't the same person who is my boss.
"Mr Han—" sbe repeats and shrugs saying, "He is handsome."
"And?” I ask taking a sip of coffee.
"And—he is handsome."
Her response took me off guard, making me choke and nearly spill my coffee. Seriously,  is there nothing else about him except the fact that he is handsome.
I've made up my mind, I'm gonna start working and if that jerk really gets on my nerves I will definitely terminate the contract from my side. Urgh, I don't know why his existence is suffocating.  The way he looks at me, is something different.