Giselle walked to her desk, which sat right in front of her boss' office, which the 'walls' were glass. So there was nothing to hide in there unless you put the blind on. She sat on her desk, resting her sore from walking feet and noticed the pile of paper on her desk, on top of each set of paper was a yellow stick-it note. Her boss, Markus, had written in his neat but rushed handwriting what to do with the papers.
Fax these to Jefferson
Give this to the account downstairs
Enter these into the database
But there was something else that caught her eye, it wasn't a blank paper with printed words on it, it was a pink envelope and on it wrote "To Giselle". She picked it up and examined the handwriting closely, it was written neatly and the envelope was soft and velvety. At first she thought she had either a secret admire or a stalker and was about the throw the envelope into the recycling bin when a male voice stopped her.
"Giselle," Markus walked over, wearing a crisp white shirt with a blue and black stripped tie. He was her boss, or as Giselle always thought of him, a very handsome guy with blonde hair, tan skin and an undying love for soccer. He smiled at her before looking on her desk, then his face turned into a teasing look.
"Oh, I'm sorry I have all these paperwork for you!" He said before laughing slightly, Giselle never takes him seriously; they have this boss-assistant relationship that no one else seems to understand. The truth was, Giselle has always had a bit of a crush on Markus, and according to everyone else, he has a crush on her. He's always buying her gifts (the most expensive one she ever received was a Chanel Diamond White watch), giving her days off, and even going to lunch with her. "But you can handle it, I trust you." He said to her, full of confidence.
"Yeah, you did forget to mention that I'm a slow worker, Markus." She said staring at the amount of work she's going to face. "Hey, do you know whose handwriting this is?" She handed him the pink envelope then started flipping through the paper mountain, assuming that he'd take a good hard look and would know who it was. But the answer shocked her.
"Oh you haven't opened that yet? I thought you would by now." He replied casually.
"Why did you say that? You know who it's from?"
"Yeah, it's from me."
"You?" That just confirmed that either he likes her or he's really gay on the inside, which she sort of hoped that that wasn't the case. Now Markus' face finally turned a shade of scarlet, and he started mincing his words.
"Yeah, see, I was going to tell it to ya, but well. Um, it's actually an invitation. For our, well, for YOU. Today is the day you started working for me a year ago, and, well, I wanted to take you out to, you know, dinner." He managed to stumble out. Giselle didn't know whether she should freak or laugh, as she had never seen Markus like that before, he's usually so confident.
Giselle tucked the envelope underneath her arm and carried a huge bunch of paper from the table to Markus' office. Temporarily ignoring his invitation, Markus followed behind.
"You know something? I have been working for you for a year, and you haven't taught me how to enter anything into any database." She said to him, that just hit her in the face when he started mincing his words to her, no one has shown her how to enter anything into anything through the computer, she barely ever used the computer on her desk since she's always running around doing errands or getting something or getting someone for Markus.
"Oh, right." Markus turned his computer on and clicked a bunch of keys before finally revealing himself from the screen. "Come, sit." He said to her, Giselle sat on his big leather chair, it was slightly cold, which meant that he hadn't been sitting in it. "Okay, you see, you just do this, and this." He started clicking and typing on the computer, creating a table using Microsoft Excel, Giselle watched closely, he was so close she could smell his cologne, Hermes Orange Verte, it was a nice clean scent, just like how she figured he would smell. Finally, he finished a demo and turned to her, his face only inches from hers. Giselle resisted the urge to touch him, to put her hand on him. But Markus, being the professional he was, winked at her, almost as if saying 'professional relationship only here' and moved further, but not before giving her a light and almost nanosecond peck on her cheek.
Giselle was sure that she had found something in her life that she needed, dating Markus was, while a bit secretive, quite entertaining otherwise. Even though he was her boss, not once had since they started being friends (that included their work relationship) had he actually treated her like an assistant. He always included her in all the company hosted events and putted her name on the top of everything else, sometimes she thought he was being overfriendly to her. Of course now she knew why, but back then she couldn't help feeling at least a little bit more than just a professional over him, and when she saw him with other woman, it did bother her a little bit. But aware that she could do nothing, she just ignored it.
"Hey sweetness," Markus sneaked up on her and gave her a kiss before shoveling an envelope in her lap, just like he had that day. Giselle putted down her book and opened the envelope, inside was a brochure, and on the front cover of the brochure was the biggest and probably most beautiful ship Giselle thought she had ever seen, even from the picture Giselle fell in love with the ship. "You know, I was thinking yesterday, we've been together for a while now, but I think that, as your boss, I haven't exactly given you much of a vacation have I?" He asked, sitting on the table across from her.
"Not really, no." Giselle replied, now flipping through the brochure, looking first at the pictures of the spectacular cruise then the information beneath it.
"Well, you see, I've got a business deal that gives me the opportunity to visit Naples, Italy." Giselle looked at Markus' face when he said that, his gorgeous blue eyes matched his tan but not brown skin perfectly, alone with his blonde spiky soft hair, she thought for a second that he was going to ask her to go with him, but that wasn't what he said. He said something better. "And I would love to take you there, but I can't. Still though, I thought that we could tour Italy together, after the deal's finished, for a couple of days. But, wait. Here's what I have planned." He held up his index finger to her, waiting for her to be quiet, even though she was already too stunned to talk. "You see, I'll take a plane straight to Naples, just to be polite and all that, but you," Markus said, and paused to give her a passionate and short kiss, "You will be taking a cruise there." He pointed to the brochure and flipped to a certain page. Giselle looked down, it was the page that showed all the stops the cruise would make. The list went on, starting from the Caribbean's, and then a list of places with names she didn't recognize. But what she did recognize was that nowhere on that list was even close to Europe, let alone Italy.
"But nowhere on this destination is even close to Europe," she asked him, now confused and wondering if he's got the wrong brochure. Markus smiled at her, loving the fact that she was so logical all the time, which was part of the reason why he hired her.
"I know, you see, the cruise will eventually make a stop in Havana, Cuba. There, a plane will be taking people from Havana straight to Naples, Italy." Giselle slowly caught on to what he said, this was her vacation, which will eventually turn to their vacation together. "You get what I'm saying don't you?"
Giselle didn't answer him, but instead leaned over to kiss him, wondering how she could be so lucky sometimes. He was the most eligible bachelor in Manhattan, girls wanted to with him and guys wanted to be him. Markus inherited the company after his father, Winston Charles Garai, died of a sudden heart attack, or so she heard. While Markus was young, only 31, he certainly knew had the business gene in him, he was professional and always did everything right down to the last drop. Giselle never wanted to work as an assistant, nonetheless for the rich boy of New York City, but she was desperate for a job and Markus, without even interviewing her, personally offered her a job to work there. Desperate for money and all by herself equaled to working for the youngest but most successful business man in New York (the state). Who knew that a job like this would turn into romance?
