"Zionnnnn! How long does it take one person to make my hot chocolate?"
"If this man shouts my name one more time, I'd finally allow my long-lived fantasy of killing him with my bare hands to become a reality." Zion whispered to himself.
And who was the person shouting across the hallway? The one and only Mr. Shane Black of course. On a good day, he is known as one of the top real estate agents in the Caribbean, on a normal day he's known as the stuck up, frustrating bastard who also happens to be my boss.
"Zion, if I don't get my hot chocolate within the minute, I'm going to fire you" says Mr. Black.
"I'd like to see you try. How many people do you think are left on this planet who would tolerate your insufferable attitude?" I say as I walk toward Mr. Black with a silky walk and smirk upon my lips. As I hold the hot chocolate out to him without making eye contact, I could just feel his demanding, dark stare trying to force me to look up. I won't however, it's the one thing that almost always threatens to bring me to my knees...his eyes. I'd be lying if I was to say that this man who makes me want to constantly pull my hair out, isn't also one of the most handsome men I've ever met in my entire life. He's tall, dark and frustratingly handsome. However his eyes...those deep brown puddles of chocolate always seem to suck me in.
"Did you put whipped cream" Sigh you'd think that I don't make the same bloody tea for him every morning.
"Did you put chocolate syrup" Do you think anyone would notice if I was to walk out of the office with a body bag over my shoulder?
"Zion Daniels, why are you ignoring me?"
"Because you don't pay me enough as your secretary to be this annoying." I hand him his drink.
Just as he's about to take a sip of his tea, he raises his eyebrow above the cup, as if to say "this better be good, else I'm calling the temp agency for a new secretary". He sips his hot chocolate and then I hear it... "uhhhhhh!"
