Ashley's Pov-
Something is incredibly agonising and mysterious about him, the way he looks, the way he holds the powers, as he is extensively contagious that could jeopardise everything.
He was on his seat, continuously reading the papers, writing something with the pen that he was rolling into his fingertips,
He didn't drink coffee, then why did he even ask anyone to bring him one?
That only gives me one conclusion, he never wanted to drink it in the first place, he just wanted me to startle against his power.
That he could make things work the way he wants and he always gets them.
And why not?
He is the country's most ruthless Billionaire.
When I kept myself busy while picking out the New York time Newspaper that was resting on his wooden table from the past eight hours,
His eyes snapped once again while writing something on paper, "do not touch anything without asking for my permission," and then he begins to work again.
I kept my head low, and my voice was barely audible, the hell I wanted this job because this is the only way to survive and without it, I am going to die.
I looked away to the window, where it was indicating outside, it was getting darker and darker, the moon was still in the sky I could see it with my eyes and my mind started wandering into different directions again.
What if I got kicked out?
What if I couldn't feed my family?
All thoughts got stopped when I heard Mr Jensen was calling my name for half an hour.
"Ms Ashley Brooke, are you done daydreaming?" His cold hard voice was a slice to my heart.
As he wanted to make me realise he is the man with power and I am the woman with pride,
"Yes sir," my voice always has been a little hostile about the undetermined questions.
"Fine, then. You can come tomorrow at 6'o clock in the morning and remember I don't allow tardiness!"
With that, he got engrossed in his work again, reading all the papers, signing them with his neat handwriting, and using the laptop to find anything.
However, what I couldn't understand was what the hell I will do here at 6'o clock in the morning?
As far as I know, the office premises doesn't start as much early as he was inclining to.
"But I don't think so-,"
His penetrated eyes caught me off- guard as he cuts me by his deadly glare.
"I don't think you have any choice to decline to it," he narrowed his deep eyes as he was fighting a battle of his own.
But something was extremely dangerous yet captivating about all the trauma.
What's with that room, why that room was abandoned, and the voice I heard was Shawn's? Or it was him?
I had thousands of questions in my mind but I thought of ceasing them immediately if I want to have a living!
I will work hard and make him realize I can do everything with my brilliant mind.
"Now, Ms Brooke, if you are done daydreaming, you can leave!" He snapped again making me realize that I should need to come back to the earth again where humans live without magic.
I stood up, picked up my essentials, and stormed out from his cabin.
When I came outside, Shawn was already there, maybe he was waiting for me?
As I came outside, his eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face!
I don't understand! All these men are so vigorously Anonymous types in their behaviour.
"I will drop you at your home,"
His tone was restricted in a highly suspicious manner. However, why did he want me to drop?
"And why would I allow you to do that?"
"Because Mr Blake Jensen said so, he wants to make sure you didn't run with paparazzi in your way to your home," his voice was boring, as he was not interested at all in having any conversation with me.
This Jensen is so- dominating and autocratic but then again maybe he is right! The way I was asked too many questions yesterday make me realise it would be better if I take his offer.
I nodded my head, acknowledging his words and started following him on our way out to this building.
The night was getting dark and dark, all the buildings of New York City were now bursting with illuminating lights and my heart?
It was just anxious
Soon he started his engine when I was on the backside and a thought erupted in my mind.
It's getting darker and he has not left his building yet.
Something is wrong with him, or something is wrong with me?
My mind started floating in all the directions again until I reached my destination and got out of his enormous car.
Of course, people around my house was eyeing me from head to toe. That how can a broke girl land from the luxurious car!
As I was interested in anything related to them.
My mother came outside in her worried tone, her eyes were more anxious than my heart and her breathing was heavy too as he would have been running for too long.
"Ashley? Anything happened dear?"
Her broken eyes were too hard to concentrate. However, I wiggle my hair, smiled so that she could cheer up and hold her hand tight.
"Everything is fine mom, I have got a job and maybe in next week I will pay the rent,"
"Are you sure?" Her eyes were cracked, still, I saw a light of hope in them.
I have to work very hard to make things work in the favour of my family. I breathed to myself.
***
I lay down on the bed while thinking about today's incidents in my mind.
Maybe I am thinking too much or maybe he is hiding something!
The country's most ruthless billionaire is hiding something in his building.
That dark room makes me very anxious about his way of doing things...
What if he is secretly a criminal? Or what if he is a mafia?
Though he doesn't look like a one, I mentally slept myself for guessing this way, and after rolling thousands of times I fell asleep.
The next day, when I woke up, I saw the clock, I realised it was past 6'o clock in the morning.
The weather was extremely wonderful giving me all aroma of it.
Suddenly I realised, I am fucked up!
I had to be in the Jensen's Industries by 6'o clock.
And I only had fifteen minutes for that. I got up and got ready in five minutes,
My hair was in a messy bun, and the next thing I remember, I was wearing a plain shirt with a skirt that was reaching up to my thighs. I know it's the biggest mismatch but nobody cares about the way I look, so fuck it off!
I took a bus, gladly I got in time and it landed me to the building when I only had three minutes left.
I crossed all the components
And jumped to the elevator, pressed the floor where his cabin was!
Let me tell you one thing there was no one in the building only the security guard was doing his job, and he also gave me glances, when I announced Mr Jensen wanted to see me at this time.
What if he is not here?
I was getting late and realized it was already six in the morning when I was in the elevator. Even the streets of New York City are sleeping when i am running from here to there to fulfill his purpose.
I knocked on the door of his office, where he spent most of his life. I know i am making a statement too early about him but when a Man asks to be present in office premises early in the morning, it will only make one thing determining that he practically lives in Jensen's building.
I was silently praying or thinking him not to be here, however, I got scared when I heard his deadly voice," you are late Ms Brooke,"