JUST ONE MORE WISH - CHAPTER 11

(Panic attack😩)

Wesley 💙💙

I fixed the cufflinks on my sleeve as I entered my office.

“Tell others, if any girl enters the company a little angrily, she should be allowed to enter my office. No one should stop her” I said to my personal assistant.

He looked shocked “B..but…. boss?”

“Yeah you heard right. I have a feeling the person I’m looking for would come since the news is out”

“Okay boss, as you wish” he replied.

I smiled to myself, come on Tigeress, show yourself.

🌹 Gianna 🌹

Everything is so easy with Google and maps.

I stood out the company, looking up at the imposing building.

I didn’t bother wearing my ninja clothes, he needs to see what stuff I’m made off.

I went through a lot of stress yesterday to get into his room only for another girl to take credit. I’m going to rip both of them apart.

I entered the company a little calmly but I was still angry.

“What floor is Mr Wesley’s office on?” I asked through gritted teeth, preparing myself for the commotion I’m about to cause.

“12th floor” the receptionist replied with a smile.

“Huh?” I was caught off guard.

“Mr Wesley’s office is on the 12th floor” she repeated

“Oh” I gasped out “th…. thank you” I stuttered out and walked to the elevator.

I looked out of place with my crazy jeans trousers, crop top and shoulder bag so why isn’t anyone one stopping me.

Even the securities barely gave me a glance. My anger went down a little, replaced by confusion.

Why do I feel like this is a trap? Well it’s too late to back down. I need to take credit for what I’ve done.

I got on the 12th floor and went directly to the door that had W.S inscripted on it and barged in.

That was rude of me, I know but scratch that, why didn’t the six men with cloth ripping muscles stop me from entering? What if I was an assassin?

The face behind the table shot up instantly and I froze on my feet, gasping out involuntarily.

Omg!! Have I entered the wrong room?

I looked at the name on the glass table, Wesley Steves.

I’m in the right room room but this wasn’t what I was expecting.

Why didn’t anyone warn me earlier that the president’s son is a male god.

He wasn’t wearing a mask but I could see the mask in the table.

“This is the second time you’re barging in. First my room and now my office” he said in a silky voice unlike the cold voice he used yesterday.

” You’ve seen my face too. Isn’t my nakedness enough for you? Why are you here?”

“You recognize me?” I managed to say. All the anger and injustice I felt went down the drain quickly.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I? You are the only audacious girl I’ve come across. I knew the news I sent to the media would make you come and I’m right. You are really predictable”

“You lured me here? It was a trap?” I stood in the middle of the office as he reprimanded me like a five year old who stole chocolate.

“Sure and you fell right into it. So since you’re here, what do you need?”

I looked at him silence. I hadn’t think things through. Wtf happened to me?

“Cool, since cat got your tongue, you have to take responsibility for your actions and I have the perfect task for you?”

“Which is??” I asked

“You’re have a good fashion sense” he gave me a once-over “be my fashionist. You just have to pick up clothes for me to wear every day and be my personal secretary” he gave a wickedly beautiful smile, a sharp glint in his eyes.

“Agreed?” He asked

“Do I have a choice?” I countered back.

“Sadly no. Resume work tomorrow.”

“Your house?”

“The presidential suite”

“How do I enter?”

“How did you enter last time?”

Table went against me twice, how can I work for the president’s son??

“Can I take break by 12? I have other things to do”

“Not important”

“It’s very important to me. My work with you ends by 12 and I’m only working for two weeks”

“That’s for you to say and for me to decide” he retorted coolly and toyed with his nose mask.

“Ugh…..” I groaned and was about saying something else when a gunshot rang through the building.

I’ve never heard a gunshot in my life apart from movies.

His guards burst in immediately.

“Sir you need to evacuate the building now.” Someone said to him urgently as another gunshot rang again.

Without hesitating, he came over and took hold of my arm but I couldn’t move.

I felt the walls closing in on me, my breathing came short and the gunshot continued resounding on my head.

I was having a panic attack and a cardiac arrest at the same time.

I passed out in his arms, embracing the darkness.

Tbc……….🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️🏵️