154 The Bosss Girlfriend (1/2)
It was almost as if everyone had been waiting for that intermission, for most of them jumped out of their cabins and gathered together. Dave was the tallest of them all, and he stood out in the crowd. Tessa too excused herself and joined in the group.
”I got nothing,” Dave said to the others in a hushed voice, ”She totally blew me off! If anything, ask Tess. She talked to her!”
The crowd fixed their eyes on the young girl, who was immediately intimidated.
”I – I got n-nothing too. H-Her name is Miya, a-and she asked me where the Chairman's o-office was.”
The crowd was ready to exploit them further, when Miya walked near to the crowd. She had overheard the conversation, of course, and couldn't help the grin on her face. What nosy employees Jim had.
They were in complete contrast to their boss!
Coughing, she drew attention to herself.
”Hello!” she then chirped.
The crowd of seven men and five ladies went silent, but they did respond to her greeting after a while, albeit nervously. Miya jumped straight to the point. She didn't want to waste a lot of time.
”I see you're interested in knowing about me,” she smiled at them all, ”I could tell you myself, but I have one condition.”
The crowd was interested. It was Dave who spoke up.
”And that is?”
”You answer everything I ask about your boss.”
It wasn't even a deal that they had to think about. The group of twelve shook hands with Miya, ecstatic at her offer, for they each knew there was nothing that they knew about the boss or could tell this lady.
There was a separate room on the floor below, where they all had lunch together. Miya was officially invited to join the group. And once she did, the subordinates knew no restraint. The interrogation began.
”What's your relationship with our boss, ma'am?”
Their first query was predictable.
Miya smiled sweetly.
”I said I'd tell you about myself, not about anything involving me and C.E.O. Hunter. You'll have to work a little harder to make me talk about that, people.”
Of course, she had no intention of talking about it.
The group sulked, but then prodded gently.
”Alright ma'am. You go first! What do you want to know about our boss?”
Miya grinned, ”Call me Miya. And is he always such a workaholic?”
”He is!”
”And what kind of a superior is he?”
The group grew silent at that, not knowing how to answer. They treaded carefully, since the relationship of this lady with their boss was still not clear.
”H-He's good, he's very nice –”
Miya turned to the girl from before. ”Tessa, you tell me.”
It was then that someone stepped on Tess's foot and the girl howled in pain. It was another man, short and lean, who had introduced himself as Jake. Miya rolled her eyes at him.
”There's no need to step on her,” she told him annoyedly, ”When I first met Jimmy, his glare made me want to jump out of a window. He IS scary.”
Albeit Miya had meant to ease the tension in the room, the suspense in the atmosphere now heightened.
The lady had just called the boss Jimmy! And casually too!
Excited and rejuvenated from this fresh revelation, the group encouraged Miya to ask further questions, hoping she'd be satisfied with them and talk in return.
The girl was happy to oblige.
Her questions revolved around Jim's life at the office, and she wasn't surprised to find out that he was feared, but well respected. Some respected him intensely enough to creep her out. One particular employee even declared he could kill on the boss's orders because the boss was always right. Others nodded in harmony, backing him up.
”Really?” Miya wasn't so sure.
”Yes!” Robin assured her, ”Mr. Hunter has never made a wrong choice. If he orders that, of course the person deserves to be killed!”
Miya gulped. Somehow, she didn't want to ask any further.
Between the tedious questions, however the atmosphere turned friendly. Miya told them a few details of Jim from when they had first met – especially the ones where the man had talked down to her. The group was amused, and they got along well.
”Your boss,” Miya told them amusedly, picking up a sweet from Rosa's lunchbox, ”I wanted to ask him something. I went on like 'If I may ask you, sir –” and guess what he said?”
”No, you may not!” The crowd said collectively.
”Yes!” Miya shrieked, ”How did you know?!”
They all burst out laughing.
The lunch break lasted an hour, and naturally, the terseness in the atmosphere had gone away. The group informed her of a little game of truth and dare that they played for the last fifteen minutes of their lunchbreak, just to know what was new in each other's lives or simply have fun. They officially invited her to join. Miya heartily agreed.
The game was simple and the questions were the usual ones. It was only when the bottle neck pointed at Rosa and the bottom at Dave that Miya became interested. Because Dave rubbed his hands together, and smirked at the girl when she opted for 'truth'.
”Finally, Rose!” he smirked, ”Finally! There's a rumour going around that you've kissed the boss last week. Is it true?”
Rosa blushed, while Miya looked at the two with interest. Of course, she was also troubled by the low thump in her heart, that made her feel very, very uncomfortable.
The group cheered.
”Yes, tell us!”
Miya stared at the Rosa girl with hawk eyes, at her unruly black curls and wild eyes. She was attractive. Could it be –
And Rosa nodded slightly.
The group remained stunned, and then they cheered, until they recalled that Miya was with them. Their faces paled.
Miya, however, forced a smile.
”Why the face, folks?” she smirked, and the group was relieved.
Maybe Miya wasn't related to the boss in that way, they concluded.
Maybe, she was a relative! And she did seem a bit young and small for him, and the boss was kind of too cold to have a girlfriend…
Miya did however send in a quick text to Jimmy.
When Jim's phone buzzed, he was too focussed, but he looked up from the file and at his mobile. He was expecting a response from Park.
The text, however, took him by surprise.
It was from the missus. And it read – [So you kissed Rosa last week, huh dear?]
Jim frowned, noticing for the first time that Miya wasn't in his office anymore. Then looking at the words on his screen, he sighed.
A small, satisfied smirk spread slowly on his lips.
Meanwhile the game in the lunch room had intensified, particularly because Miya had notched up the rules. Anyone who opted for 'truth' now had to tell one thing they hated the most about the person sitting to their left before the actual question was asked. That forced most of them to take 'dare' as a challenge – they were colleagues after all and couldn't b*tch about their co workers to their faces.
Taking 'dare' wasn't much better either.
Especially since Miya ended up with the bottom of the bottle pointing at her while the neck pointed at Rosa. And Rosa, this time, opted for 'dare'. Miya got to spell out her challenge to the girl.
She was ready.
”Make a call to your boss,” Miya said with an impish glint in her eyes, ”And tell him he's a horrible kisser.”
The room grew silent once more. The girl chuckled at Rosa's horrified expression.
”Don't worry,” she assured, ”I'll tell him it was a joke later. He won't be mad at you.”
The group eyed the small, rather cute girl that had accompanied the boss. This Miya was after Rosa, undoubtedly, and her declaration to make the boss forgive Rosa was indication enough for them all. If she could 'tell' the boss what to do –
This woman really had to be his girlfriend!
Why else would she be after Rosa too?!
She was definitely jealous!
The group looked at Rosa in worry. Rosa swallowed. She could lose her job if she went ahead with that dare. Miya held the girl's hand, for she was sitting directly across her, and chirped, ”Come on!”
Rosa looked back defiantly, though afraid of Miya's sharp eyes.
”But he-he's good…” she trailed off.
No one spoke, while Miya watched carefully as Rosa sweated. She counted the woman's pulse. As expected, her pulse had quickened for a second, but then calmed down considerably.
She was lying.
Miya let go of the woman's hand and smirked, leaning back in her chair, satisfied. Rosa was lying about herself and Jim. So not wanting to drag the matter any further, Miya huffed, ”Alright, fine! You don't have to. Someone else give her a dare!”