Bold Encounter

"Do you know what makes a personal assistant good?" he asked me. He took a step forward and crossed his arms behind his back adding more to the already existing teacher vibe.

I stood where I was, in dead silence. The room was familiar, yet different. It had all the grandeur of a posh living room of a rich tycoon. Yet somehow... There was a strange familiarity to the place, almost like a déjà vu. The furnishing is different but it feels as if I've been here once.

It's clearly evident that something is wrong. Either there's something wrong with me or I've just fallen asleep while watching a film with my mom and this is a dream. Yes, this should be the reason. There's no other logical explanation for this. Or at least not one I'm going to believe. "And now that I'm in this predicament, I might as well..."

"Scram!" I heard an angry voice and I didn't need to take a look to know that the owner of the voice was glaring at me. But he can continue to do so, for all I care. I casually turned to face him.

"Where to?" I looked around confused. "Sorry, young master, but if you want to become a CEO one day, you need to make your orders more direct. Otherwise, your employees will..." I don't know when he stepped closer but suddenly he was right in front of me. The way he looks now, I can totally imagine him becoming like his father when he grows old. Same angry look, albeit due to a different reason.

"You either go to your room and sleep or I'll make you regret ever stepping foot in this house." I don't know what he was thinking but if you ask me, his anger is so uncalled-for. What the hell is even wrong with him? Like I deliberately wanted to fall on top of him and hit my head which by the way still hurts. What is his chin even made of? Brick? No, tons of bricks. I almost cracked my head on it. Not that he cares. He clearly doesn't. He just stands there in front of me, while taking advantage of his height.

I see. So he's gonna continue the intimidation game. With his height, he might succeed. But the way he looks... How old is he anyway? Twenty? Twenty-one or two? Compared to my thirty years of existence, he is still a kid. He is definitely not the boss of me.

I regained my composure and took a step forward.

"Oh? Then don't you think it's about time you tell me where my room is?"

When the realization hit him, he became embarrassed. I may go to hell for this but I have to admit he looked kinda cute now.

"At the end of the corridor turn left. It's the second door on the right."

"Much better," I said with a smile and turned to leave. But I only managed to get as far as the doorway. I just stood there for a while, and thought that I still didn't know what the hell was going on, why am I here and where am I but I'm pretty sure I'll get to the bottom of this. 

"Don't you even care who I am or why I am here?" I asked in a last attempt at getting any information from him.

"Why? Will you tell me if I ask?" His voice sounded sincere and I could even sense some form of curiosity in his dark eyes. In the lamplight, he almost looked like a cat probing its way to find out whether the other party was an enemy or not. Well, in my case I'm more of a stranger. But an enemy... We'll see.

I looked back at him for one last time, then closed the door behind me.