A Secretary's Vendetta

Michael POV:I stared at the mirror in the rest room, my lazy blue eyes hid behind the glasses, my lean face still looked laced with anger, I was trying to keep it check before I stepped out again. My dark wavy hair slightly mussed in back from my restless stless fingers combing through it.Aurora shouldered into her long swey shirt jacket just as I walked into the hall. Like she promised earlier, she had waited till the end of the day. She was the only one left in the office, she was still clearing her desk and look about done.I stopped and glared at her. “I hope I’ve made my point about the coffee,” I said bluntly. “Have you reconsidered your impulsive resignation, by the way?”She stared at me with her sad eyes and gulped nervously. "No, I haven't. I will be leaving as soon as possible" "You aren't in control of your emotions Miss Hardy, I'm willing to give you till tommorrow morning to think it through overnight. You are behaving like a child throwing a tantrum" I replied “Yo

Aurora POV:I woke up with a summat stuck to my gut. I remember sleeping with a rejuvenated hope, but the hope was no where to be found again. I was in touch with reality again. I had told myself I could secure a job easily,Actually, that wasn’t quite the case. Jacobsville was a small town. There weren’t that many office jobs available, because most people lucky enough to get them worked in the same place until they retired.There was one hope though. Leo Jordan, an extremely wealthy local rancher who had a real war going with Mr. Angelo. Rumors says he couldn’t keep a secretary neither, perhaps worse than Mr. Angelo. He was hard, cold, and demanding. At least one secretary leave his employment in tears every month. His wife had left him for an unknown reason, along with their young son, and filed for divorce. He consistently refused to sign the final papers, which had led to a furious confrontation between himself and Mr.Angelo. The fistfight escalated until Chief of Police Cash Gri

Aurora POV:The first few days out of Michael’s office were the hardest. I couldn’t forget how I’d looked forward to every new day, to each morning’s first glimpse of my handsome boss. My heart would jumped at the sound of his voice. My tingled all over when, rarely, he smiled at me when she finished a difficult task for him. Even the scent of a certain masculine cologne could trigger memories, because he always smelled of it. I felt deprived because my life would no longer contain even a casual glimpse of him. I was working for his worst enemy. Not much likelihood that Michael would turn up on Leo Jordan ranch in the near or distant future.But as week passed, I slowly fell into a routine at the ranch. The spreadsheet programs were easy to use once I learned what the various terms meant, like weight gain ratio and birth weight. I learned that Leo used artificial insemination to improve the genetics of his cattle, selecting for low birth weight, good weight gain ratios for offsprin

Michael POV:I was back at home, where the laughter happens and I can rest at the end of the day. From the street it is bricks and mortar topped with tile, the same as any other mansion. If you step inside you'll feel it's so different, a place where the lungs choose to fill a little deeper and the heart beat a little steadier. I had purchased it for a fortune.On the verandah were plants that reached up past the cedar railings and branched out gleefully into the sun, enjoying their fair-weather home. As was typical Gian, the pots were works of art in their own right. Every one was a pleasing shape and glazed in the same vibrant shades of blue I accented my home with. Some were like snapshots of midnight and ribbed like waves. Others were classically smooth, widening to a rimmed top, brilliant cyan glaze clinging to them like animal skin and dripping down the sides to add just the right dash of chaos. Against the deep browns of the wood, these simple pots were stunning just as I knew

Michael POV:"Whom did I asked to deliver the emails for me" I hollered early the next morning.I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and like usual, I was going to take it out on my workers. They were the best option to relieve one of frustration and irritation. Watching them cower right in front of me is thrilling enough to start any day."I was""So, what happened? I clearly told you how important it was, yet you willy - nilly refused to do so.""I had a lot of to do yesterday, my mind must have skipped it at the end""That is not an excuse to forget what I asked you to do Miss Collins" I hollered "I didn't pay you that much to give excuses, I pay you to work and when I ask you to do something you do it""The weather was quite sombre yesterday, I also had to consider the possibility of both I and the important letter getting wet. I planned to mail it first thing this morning, that was why I got to work extra early, but it was nowhere to be found""Because I entered the rain you we