The Were CEO’s Secret

Stephanie sat on the chair loosening her hair band, “It’s all yours” she told her sisters. They cheered and ran to her with combs in hands.

She braced herself for the pain to come and soon they began pulling and tying her hair, weaving them into braids.

She knew it made their day fixing her hair so she’d endure. Also, she had promised them they’d do it for her first day at work.

“This one is my braid, this one is Lacy’s” her sister, Macy, showed her two braids. They were on almost equal sizes so Stephanie shrugged.

“Thanks girls” she was almost getting up when Lacy shouted to her to sit down. She obediently did, gulping down saliva.

The little girl then brought a hair band to her hair, “I bought it while on holidays. Macy and I have ours” she smiled, fixing it on her sister.

Stephanie gave a fake smile. Was she to carry a unicorn band on her hair to work. “It’s pretty, right?” Macy asked, patting her hair.

How could she say no? She’d break their seven year old heart. And she did tell them to get her a gift and they did, only she wasn’t expecting that.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thanks loves” she pulled both of them to a hug and kissed their cheeks, they giggled and kissed hers back in return.

When they left, she looked at herself again. Her boss, Nathan would surely make fun of it. Exhaling, she took her bag and left for work.

“Hey, unicorn head” she heard behind her. She froze and sighed, turning. “Good morning, boss” she made mocking emphasis on ‘boss’.

Nathan smiled. She looked so cute, he should thank whoever did that to her, “Did you steal that hair band from a child?” he sassed when she was closer.

She rolled her eyes, greeted Whistle, got in the back seat, before finally handing Nathan her phone “Type in my schedule”. The car started.

Nathan looked confused, he pouted, taking the phone. He had never had a secretary before, his assistant always handled everything.

What would she be doing for him? He glanced back and saw she was looking at the places they were passing by.

He then went to her gallery and began looking at her pictures. He noticed two consistent little girls filled her gallery with funny pictures.

She had a good number of silly faces with them. He suppressed a chuckle of one she wore Sailor Moon, it was so short but cute.

Whistle raised a brow at him, seeing him invading her privacy. Nathan showed the picture to Stephanie and Whistle nearly panicked.

“Should I call you unicorn head or Sailor Moon?” he smirked. She looked at her phone and shrieked, dragging it from him.

Was he mad! “Why are you checking my pictures! Is that way I gave you the phone for!!” she wanted to reach for his head and knock it.

But he was the Pure Silver CEO, her boss. But he couldn’t at least have some self control and make her respect him.

Nathan shrugged, “I’d stick with Unicorn Head then”.

Stephanie wished she could bawl his eyes at, she looked at the pictures he had passed and wanted to bawl her own eyes out.

“Soon, I’d sue you to court!” she threatened. He smirked, “Baby, I bet you in a month, you won’t be able to breathe without me”.

Whistle scoffed. If it was about the bet, then the young man was already losing. The girl he saw would never fall for him with that attitude.

Stephanie rolled her eyes so hard, her brown pupils almost disappeared. How come she never heard the Pure Silver CEO was such a jerk?

She only heard he’s industrious and how he started heading the company from nineteen, she was impressed as at the time she was eighteen.

She aced her skills to be able to achieve such great feats when she’d be older and was glad that young people het age were being awesome.

Was this Nathan that CEO? Hadn’t she also heard he was cold and rarely spoke or associated with anyone.

She saw his long-sleeved clothes and that was enough to tell he was cold, like cold. She chuckled at her sense of humor.

Nathan swerved his head behind her and she straightened her face, “Hmm, anyway, at the office, don’t call me Nathan, call me…”.

“Long Sleeves?” she interrupted.

He smirked, “Well, if your have no problem with me yelling unicorn head from my office then….”.

She frowned at his smirk, “Fine. Boss, it is”.

Nathan shook his head. He didn’t want her calling him Boss as it had a sense of superiority, “‘Mr. Nathan’ is better, unicorn head, okay?”.

“Drop the unicorn head also” Stephanie retorted. Whistle parked into a parking lot but Nathan jumped down before the car stopped.

“Don’t worry, I won’t even talk to you at the office. But if I need to, I’d call you what you’d recognize” he winked and strolled to his office.

Stephanie waited in the car. If he called her unicorn head, she’d beat him there. Cameras were everywhere so it’d be bad for him. And her.

She sighed. She didn’t still know what she had signed in the contract. What if it was to accept all maltreatment from her boss with a smile?

Taking off her unicorn hair band, she muttered some apologies to the air for her sisters. She couldn’t look like a horse first day of work.

She tidied her hair and applied more powder. This was one of the biggest companies in America, she could even feature on television.

“I pray you have a good first day!” Whistle said after her, as she came out of the car.

She nodded and bowed, “Have a good day too”.

Whistle genuinely prayed her day would be good, for her sake.

While cleaning out the rear mirror, a car drove roughly, parking besides him.

His jaw dropped in disbelief. Stephanie’s first day of work was sure to be hell, nothing could escape her from it.

He flinched when the car door opened and a five six foot lady walked out, wearing expensive heels, a furry jacket with a mini dress strapped to her body.

She had her hair in a pigtail which gave her an innocent look but Whistle knew she was from innocent. She was a fierce werewolfess.

“He’s here. Good” she blew a bubble with her gum, she was referring to Nathan’s car. She went past Whistle like he was nonexistent.

Whistle returned to the car, and sent a message to Nathan. If Nathan really cared for his new secretary, he’d keep her off this bitch’s way.