MANIPULATIVELY TURNED AS OUR STORY

It has been six months since I started working with Randolph. I have started attending all the business meetings along with him and have accompanied him on a few business trips too.

I don’t know whether I have learned about my job completely, but I can guarantee that I have learned about Randolph thoroughly. He is a playboy, manipulator, and total jerk who will take advantage of anyone and will do anything to get what he wants. He is the one everyone should be aware of, and he will use anyone at any time without their knowledge.

My ex-boyfriend, when we broke up, told me to watch a lot of porn movies. I was not getting time for doing the same. Yeah, a big thanks to Mr. Playboy, who literally showed me a few things. If I stay a few more months, he will show me live telecasts, for sure.

Sometimes I feel pity for his competitors, especially if they have daughters. Randolph’s charming face is such a disaster for those competitors who have daughters; once he gets what he wants, he will dump them like they were nothing, and he will flirt with those girls openly whenever there is a business meeting. Of course, girls know about his playboy image and still get attracted to him like magnets. I am not getting why, and I don’t bother to find any answers. I pray that I don’t want to become his bait by any chance in any circumstance.

Apart from doing his work, I also started handling his affairs. At a time, he would date more than two girls, and it was my responsibility to see to it that it didn’t get clashed, sending them presents, bouquets, and all other bullshit things. I told him so many times to date one girl at a time, but him being a jerk about why he would listen to me, his answer was, “It’s too boring,” “I am not able to handle them,” and “That’s why I am paying you extra,” which made me shut my mouth. Apart from professional work, he will pay for doing his other dirty work.

I feel pity for those girls for getting manipulated by him, but they always flirt and seek it, so as days passed, I felt less emotion towards them.

Randolph has changed his girlfriend. The present one is a top model of a famous business magnet who is a billionaire. Good catch. I guess she was going to stick with him for a long time, for obvious reasons.

I was carrying Randolph’s coffee to his cabin. When I entered his cabin, I noticed his friends were present so early this morning, and I didn’t know what they were up to. Once I served him, Randolph requested to fetch more coffee, which I obliged. After serving everyone, I was about to exit his cabin when one of his friends stopped me and introduced himself: “Hi, I am his best friend, Aidan Murphy, from when you started working gorgeous.” Same shitty flirty words I am so fed-up hearing from Randolph like countless times, I replied, “From past 6 months,” to which he replied, “That’s good. I guess now you have an idea of our Randolph, right? Please describe him in your words based on your work experience with him.” I was like, Should I? It was a good chance to vent my frustration, but still, he was my boss. Again, he said, “Not to worry, go on; no one will say a word to you, including your boss.” I was relieved momentarily, which was not enough courage to express what I had stored for the past 6 months. So, I saw Randolph, who was giving me a curious look, which was enough for me, and I started pouring in information that I had gathered and stored for the past six months.

“Mr. Anderson is particular in everything and very strict in terms of work; if he applied the same formula in his personal life, we would be saved from so many assails. If he wants something, he will make sure to get it, no matter what. He is a very cunning manipulator and a big flirter, and he will flirt with almost every girl if she is rich. I am not getting how my ears and eyes are still working; nothing happened after hearing and seeing everything—saying the same flirty things with different girls, flirting with girls in front of their parents, the audacity of this man—and I tried to find a reason why the hell both my ears and eyes are still working, obviously because of my good deeds, saving me for sure.” By that time, everyone in the cabin started laughing; two of them were on the floor laughing their hearts out. What did I say? They were his friends and clearly knew about him, right? I didn’t say anything new. I saw Randolph, who was watching me with a burning gaze. He was controlling from blasting; it was my clue to get out. I excused myself and walked out as fast as I could.

I was so immersed in whatever I just heard about me that someone understood me completely; not even my family knew this much detail. This girl I was thinking of was too innocent, naïve, and clumsy, and I couldn’t believe this clumsy idiot had observed so much about me. One day, for sure, she will come to my aid. I will be sure before she leaves my company.

Aidan spoke, “Where the heck did you find this one? My goodness, she literally spitted everything. For the past 6 months, she has been keen to share with someone, I guess. Trust me, if I compare so-called your previous assistant cum bitches, this one is a keeper; if you keep your dick in your pants, this one will stay for a few years for sure. By any chance, if you think of changing your assistant, refer her to me; she is beautiful; I will hire her next second.” “Shut up, hell no, my company HR warned me so many times before hiring another assistant for me not to mess with the next one. No matter what, I want to behave only in a professional relationship with her. My previous assistants were always seducing me one way or another; eventually, I would give in; they would always end up expecting more; like hell, I would give them; and at last, everything would be messed up. With this one, I am not going to mess up no matter what; mark my words. I won’t let any of you mess with her; she will always mind her business; she is way helpful in updating my personal affairs; of course, I pay her extra; I don’t think she will let anyone take advantage of her for sure, so she is dam keeper for the long term,” Aidan said. “Bring her some time to the pub; let her enjoy a little bit.” I replied, “Maybe someday.”

One of the ex-girlfriends of Randolph was giving me a big headache by calling me every day and asking for an appointment. Of course, he gave me strict orders not to give one, but she was not giving up, so I had to discuss this with Randolph, so I went to his cabin.

I knocked on his cabin door, entered, and started removing my frustration. “Mr. Anderson, your ex-girlfriend is pestering me. She wants to meet you for one last time. Can’t you meet her once?" Randolph didn’t bother to look; from whatever he was doing, he answered, "No, give her some reason; now I am really not interested in meeting her.” Then I spoke, “At least for old relationships’ sake, can’t you meet her once?” “Please, I don’t want any relationship advice from a nun; thank you; no, I won’t meet her, not now, not in the future; I had enough of her; I am not interested in her anymore, so please give her some reason; eventually she will stop bothering you, I guess.”

I started to wonder whether jerks would be jerks by birth or whether money would turn them into ones. What an asshole! No commitment, no attachment; be in a relationship till he gets satisfied. What about the opposite person’s feelings? This bastard won’t bother to think, I guess. I didn’t bother to think about his ex-girlfriend’s feelings; they deserved it. Still, how can one be so selfish? I was seeing him with so many emotions playing on my face. As I was not moving, Randolph looked at me for a few seconds, and did I forget to mention he was a damn good face reader? He spoke, “Ms. Merlyn, suck it up. I don’t think you have any other options. If you are done, please go and continue with your work,” and yeah, by suppressing, I went back to my desk.

The next day I was doing my work when the same ex-girlfriend who was pestering me barged into my cabin, asking for Randolph. I tried to stop her from telling her that he was busy, but this bitch was not listening to anything and went directly to his cabin. Bloody hell, Randolph was with another girl, making out.

His ex-girlfriend was enraged, and Randolph and that girl stopped what they were doing. I didn’t find any remorse on his face for his action, and I gulped down when I saw his ex-girlfriend’s face. His ex-girlfriend started cursing him. Why the hell did she include me? I have no idea, and she is crying too, like he would give a dam. I was not getting why the hell I was getting involved in his shit, why the hell I agreed in the first place just for money.

After a few minutes, one by one, they were escorted from the cabin by guards. I was observing Randolph; he was acting as if nothing had happened until now. I wanted to give an earful to him. Like his ex-girlfriend, I was also desiring to pour my heart out. Again, by watching my face, he said, “Spit it out." “You are such a bastard. How many times have I told you to date one girl at a time? You, being a jerk, won’t listen to me, always ending up messing everything up and also including me in that mess. Don’t you have a heart? Karma is a bitch; it will hit you in one way or another.” Still, I was not done. I was finding more words to scold him, but I was not getting any. He said, “For today, your limit is over; get the hell out of my cabin,” and I walked out.