My Boss Wants Me In His Bed

Gloria was scared. She knew Margaret was right but she didn't show it. She remained expressionless hoping it was all a dream. She was no Queen.

"I'm not in trouble, him taking me to his home means nothing and___." She was saying when she got interrupted by Madame Clara who was sashaying her way over to their table angrily. Her heels calling attention to her.

Clara was a true beauty with long hair reaching her b.u.t.t, unlike Gloria's shoulder length hair. She was once a beauty Queen. Her tanned skin was always shining. She wore a short gown that revealed weigh too much skin but fitted her properly and heels that looked absolutely gorgeous.

Her Lips were small, she had the look of an Asian although half Nigerian, half Britain. She was ruthless and strict but if only she didn't exaggerate it too much it was just what the company needed.

"Good morning." Gloria greeted again. Clara stood in front of her now. Margaret and Hector took turns to greet her too. She had made it a crime for anyone to see her without greeting even if they had greeted before.

"Your new office has been prepared."

"Thank you" Gloria appreciated with a smile. 

"I didn't ask you to Speak yet." Clara said calmly but her voice was laced with venom. "What were you doing with the boss?" She looked at her back and took a chair from one of the consultants ordering that she stands and gets another. The consultant did not yet argue.

 Margaret was so angry with the interruption she wanted to ask Clara out. It took Gloria's frequent pinching to calm her down. Hector on the other hand said nothing. He was still astonished by all that happened this morning but one thing was for sure he would protect her with his life if there be a need to.

"Nothing happened between us. He offered to bring me to work that's all." Gloria answered in a low unsteady voice.

"So the boss is now your driver is that it? Didn't you think that there are more important things to do than to bring an unworthy person like you to work?" 

"I_" Gloria was about speaking when Margaret interrupted her. From how shaky her voice was even at the first word her friend could tell that she was probably going to cry should she say another. She wanted to give her enough time to recollect herself.

"And who is worthy. You?" Margaret asked turning to face Clara, she returned the same fierce look she gave.

"I don't believe I was talking to you or are you Gloria. Correct me if I'm wrong but I said Gloria didn't I?" Clara asked fuming. "Besides how dare you talk back at me?"

" Who do you think you are?" She stood up from her chair pointing a finger at Clara in anger. "Even boss isn't as shrewd and heartless as you are and you are just one out of over a thousand head of departments all over the world and you think we should all die?."

"Maggi." Gloria muttered standing up. She held on to Margaret's shoulder to calm her down but Margaret removed her hands just immediately.

"Don't try to calm me down. You might keep quiet and take shit directed at you but not when I'm around." She yelled. she faced Clara with the same anger. "No one likes you and I doubt you even like yourself because only a person with high self loathe can act the way you do. You stink. And so you know King David will never, ever, like you so just give up already you disgust me." Margaret spat although no saliva came out.

The last statement infuriated Clara so much she jumped off. She raised her hands in an attempt to slap Magaret.

Hector held her hands . "Don't you ever try to do that again or I'll forget that you are a woman and treat you like a man." He threatened holding her thin hands in his, firmly.

"Now listen to me. And listen good. Never you ever play such stunt with Gloria when I'm around. If there is anyone unworthy here, it's you." Margaret stated. Her hands were shaking from anger.  Gloria held her from behind and this time she let her.

''It's fine'' She muttered under her breath.

No consultant tried to help Clara ease her humilation, although they were jealous of what happened between Gloria and the boss no one liked Clara. They enjoyed watching her being humilated matter of fact. 

It was so unfortunate for Clara, she has to show herself in a refectory where only consultants ate and where she had offended everyone including the cooks.

Hector let go of her hand after giving her a stern warning. She ran away furious and cursing. The tear drop that fell from her eyes equally went unnoticed.