My Arrogant Boss by Kylie King
Chapter Six
Rachel
I’d been waiting to meet the boss for two hours, and it already told me that he was clearly a very busy man. An hour of that time had been spent with Audrey, who gave me a tour around the building so I could get familiar with my surroundings. The other hour was spent meeting people I would be working with closely—everyone except the boss, who everyone called Mr. Weston.
I hated the name Weston. It reminded me of Aaron’s jackass friend, Finn. But the last time I saw Finn several years ago, he was a nobody and could never own a company like this one. Whomever this CEO Mr. Weston was, I hoped he was at least pleasant.
I'd been nervous since boarding the Uber that morning, and the heavy metal music that pulsed from the driver’s stereo didn’t help. Going up the elevators of the huge Brewer building had my nerves shot too.
This was a big job, a multi-billion-dollar company for which I had been selected for. I couldn’t fuck this up.
I was doing my best to bottle up my nerves while I sat on the chair in front of the CEO’s office, waiting for Audrey to return. I heard her heels click and a door open before she rounded a corner and smiled at me.
“Mr. Weston is in the conference room and has a moment. Let's go meet him.”
I followed her across polished marble floors and down an immaculate hallway with portraits of various skyscrapers and buildings on the wall.
The discomfort I felt tripled, and the anxiety swirled in me like a whirlpool. What if he hated me on sight? What if I butchered the job the first day and got fired? Seriously, I couldn’t afford to be jobless again. I needed this.
Audrey's walk was brisk as she sauntered into a different section of the building with rooms that looked even more elegant than the department we’d left. She stopped in front of a door that said Main Conference Room and twisted the gold doorknob, opening the door to reveal a room that appeared to be made up of windows. Outside the windows were other buildings and skyscrapers that made up Downtown Los Angeles.
“Good morning Mr. Weston,” Audrey said as we walked inside.
“Morning, Audrey,” a deep, familiar voice said back.
My heart dropped at the sound of the voice. Wait. I knew that voice—the depth and smoothness of it. I stepped around her and saw the man sitting at the head of the table.
And oh my God. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
It was Finn fucking Weston.