AMELIA'S POV

I groaned as I woke up with the loud ringing of my phone. I must change the ringtone. It's seriously banging my head!

I received the call.

"For god sake! It's just six in the morning!" I almost shouted but restrained myself.

"Miss. Primrose?" the girl on the other side asked.

"Yes?" I frowned and sat up. I think I should learn how to lower my voice but that won't help anyway, because I know how much of a morning person I am.

Plus its not proper morning yet. Even the sun is sleepy!

"This is Bianca Moore, from Knight Industries. Miss. Primrose, you have been selected for the post of interior designer in the company. You will start from today and please reach the building sharp at 7:00 am. Good day." And she hung up, but I was still there lying awkwardly on my bed with phone against my ear and eyes wide as saucers.

Have I just been hired?

Hired?!

I quickly stood up on my bed and squealed loudly. I will just let her insolence slip for hanging up on me, because I got a job! No more boring days!

"At last!" I sighed loudly and started doing famous jump dance on my bed laughing like a maniac. This is the best thing. Freedom.

Sometimes, when this word, freedom, comes into my mind, it does nothing good other than making my mind fall into melancholy. There was a time, when I ached for freedom. I always wanted to jump on bed with my bestfriend. Why? Because that's what normal kids did when they were happy, but I knew I wasn't allowed to be a normal kid and have a normal life. So now, when I've no scary father who would beat me for jumping, behind my back or anywhere near me, then I find every single moment where I can do this.

I jumped down and left my room still doing my dance and reached the living room, but then I noticed something in the window.

A figure standing behind one of the large window with one hand on the window sill and other in his pockets.

Alarick.

That creepy bastard! Tryin' to look adorable? Adorable my poo!

I quickly ran towards the window and pulled in the curtains, just before realizing that he must be watching me the whole time. Awh mayn...

"He didn't see me. He didn't see me." I assured myself. That would be so embarrassing!

I wanted to make myself some pancakes but sticked to cereal otherwise I would get late. Mourning for the pancakes with strawberries and nutella because I started hating whipped cream when I came to know about one of its most important use and finding it disgusting, I grabbed my phone.

I called Jeff, the taxi driver to pick me, since I can't bother to stand out of the building with my thumb in the air for hours, so that someone will notice me.

I walked into the bathroom and after taking a quick shower, I came out. Going through my small wardrobe which consists of few drawers of clothes, I selected a simple white dress with brown belt since I don't have those classy skirts and blouses. I really need to buy them.

And those heels because the ones I owned sometime ago, were abandoned at my dad's house with everything that belonged to him or his money. But little did I know that my poor soul was his captive the day I was born. And the worst part is, he torn it in every way possible.

I quickly dried my hair and putting on some lip gloss and mascara, I tied my hair into a side braid.

I groaned out loud when I realized, I don't even have simple sandals or something which can go with this dress. I crouched down in front of the cupboard to see if there was something in the corner or if I am officially doomed. I can't wear sneakers to some lavish workplace. I am not that dumb. I finally found some old brown sandals and wasting no time, I put them on making a mental note of buying heels after work.

Getting ready was never a burden for me.

Yes, until this day.

I looked at my watch. I still had half an hour to reach the building. I just wonder why they called me on a short notice. They could have told me earlier!

Grabbing my brown leather bag, I stuffed my wallet, phone and other necessities in it. Thank god, I had already sent Madeleine to Regina's since she was insisting on staying at her house.

I locked the door and strode out of the building. I waited for five minutes when Jeff arrived.

"Hey Jeff! To Knight Industries." I said as I closed the door behind me and made myself comfortable in the car.

"You got the job?" He asked as he drove off.

"Yeah. Finally."

"That was Lincoln's Industries, wasn't it?"

"Yeah someone bought it and now it's Knight Industries." I rolled my eyes at 'someone'. I've just met him twice and I don't really like him. One, he is creepy as hell. Two, he is narcissistic billionaire, who thinks people like me are shit and three, he knows me ery well while I have no fūcking idea if I've even seen his sexy face on internet let alone live in some poopy phase of my past.

Jeff just chuckled lightly with his green eyes shining. Jeff wasn't old in fact he's in his late twenties. I like him but not in that way. I like him as a brother. He's always possessive around me, that's why he never rejected whenever I needed him.

"Um...Jeff I think I will need you now every day until I get my own car."

"That's no problem. Anything for you." He said looking in the rearview mirror and flashed me a smile which I returned with a wide grin.

The taxi came to halt exactly at 6:50 am. And I exited the car paying the fare for which I had to insist since Jeff didn't want to take any money from me.

"Good luck!" Jeff said as I thanked him and walked towards the familiar building.

Passing through the revolving doors, I walked over the reception and after marking my attendance I reached the elevator. As I waited for my turn, I looked down at my sandals.

I really need to buy some new ones. I wonder why they are still in my feet!

I used to be really conscious about my appearance but since few months, I have been in really torturing crises that I can't even concentrate on myself!

After five minutes of pushing and pulling, and continuous stare of men around, I finally reached the top floor where my office will be. The only thing making me happy was that only important people were allowed on the top floor where the CEO's office was. I don't care if it was Alarick's office or not. The only thing I care about is my job and that I am going to put my every effort to make my work best and appealing.

I walked towards the reception where I recognized Bianca sitting in all her glory.

"Hey!" I said as I reached her.

"Here you are! Right on time, thanks goodness!" She said in a friendly voice. I think she's isn't a crappy bitch like she pretends to be.

"So, what am I going to do?" I asked as I examined the area. It was still quiet, "And what's with the silence?"

"Mr. Knight wants pin drop silence on this floor and there aren't much people on this floor."

"Oh." I exclaimed as I forgot how these rich people are allergic to noise.

"And you will meet Mr. Knight now." I heard a curt female voice from my behind. I quickly turned around and snort when I realized who the person was.

Definitely an arrogant good for everything, secretary.

"Follow me." She turned around and I marched behind her towards the big brown double doors. Giving me a curt nod she signaled me to enter the room.

"Woo." I just wonder if there is some Christian Grey waiting for me but nah I know nincompoop is in there. Ah, I wish....I wish.

Without knocking, I opened the door and entered the large room. I haven't seen such lavish room before. Pure white walls with large mahogany table in the center and instead of wall, there were foot length windows behind the desk. The symmetrical view of sky scrapers disappearing into clouds was more than beautiful. A set of white couches and round table was in one corner while a wide shelf containing different colored files in another corner. The wooden floor beneath my feet looked like it would break if I took another step. The whole room was shouting rich right into my ears.

God! I can spend my whole life here.

Clearing of throat brought me out of my thoughts. I abruptly looked at the man standing in front of me looking like no less than a Greek god himself, staring right at me with his piercing brown ones.

Nincompoop?

"Miss. Primrose?"

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