I have no right to be jealous.
I sat in a deserted meeting room thinking about what Mr William’s had just unloaded onto me. If Luke had really wanted me, he wouldn’t of gone out with another girl only days after what happened. But then again, I rejected him so he can do whatever the fuck he wants see if I care. But I do care-
I groan. Covering my burning face with my hands. Why is this so complicated?
No it doesn't need to be complicated. I take a deep breath and slowly stand up. I just need to forget about this and move on, there are more important things than my Boss's love life.
Suddenly I could feel eyes on me, the pit in my stomach grows larger. I can feel my hands start to shake under the intensity.
Hesitantly I look out the window of the meeting room, only to be met with a pair of crystal blue eyes.
I cursed the flock of butterflies that raised at once glance of his face. It was strange, I haven't s
Some people are lucky enough to experience several life changing moments throughout their life. I use to think i was one of those people but as my life went on and I lived through so many more changes I realised that all of my life changing moments could be summed up into one word or maybe two. All of those different twists and turns, love, loss and hardships all trace back to one moment and one person and one word.It’s 3am and I sit alone. The sound of planes taking off and landing ring in my ears. A burning anger grows inside me. As I lean again
" You WHAT!?” My mother screamed at me. My heart beat faster, my palms becoming sweatier by the second. I loved my mother and this really wasn’t something I wanted to have to tell her at a time like this.“I-I lost my job...” I whispered, casting my eyes down completely ashamed. My mothers glare was icy cold and it really wasn’t helping with my guilt.
The bar was practically empty.Apart from the same old damaged man who sits in the corner drowning his sorrows in pints of beer and shots of vodka, he did a little singing every so often. The middle age lady who sat swirling her wine around her glass for two hours, just staring into space. The bar was mostly silent- thank god.The manag
I slammed my phone down onto the coffee table, distraught. Stupid Cupcake shop, who even likes cupcakes anyway?Despite there being hundreds of ads for jobs in the newspaper it seemed that nobody was hiring. Either that or nobody wants a washed up, dead, abusive, criminal billionaire’s daughter working for them. I’m surprised it’s taken me this long to even think about changing my last name.
My heart felt as if it had wings and they were beating at my chest begging me to run in the other direction . A part of me begged for me to listen to those wings, that this was a really really bad idea. But i didn’t have the money to listen to that part of myself, or those wings. Instead I just keep walking towards the intimidating front door that was the entrance was to a shiny silver building as tall as... well i don’t think I’ve ever seen something so tall, so elegant before. Especially a building, the one my father had wasn’t even close. It had a very modern, classy feel about it. The bright silver seemed to smile at me beckoning me close. As a doorman opened the smooth wooden oak door for me and i bowed my head, thankful for the gesture, even
" Ah Mia could you just give me a minute I need to grab something from the reception, Wait for me?”I nod and watch Emma as she scurries across towards the reception desk. I had finished the first day of my trial and I’m glad to admit that the afternoon was slightly better than the morning. It may of been for Emma’s inspiring speech at lunch she gave to me on the importance of hard work and determination or because maybe I was finally getting the hang of it.
I wake up to a swollen tear stained face and the room ice cold. I hadn’t had enough spare money to fix the heater yet. Another thing for my mother to bicker about.Sitting up on my makeshift bed in the lounge I listen trying to see if any sounds were coming from my mothers bedroom. I had managed to avoid her last night, I caught Leo at a time where he wasn’t surrounding himself with supermodels or work and decided to take full advantage of it. We sat in his kitchen laughing and drinking wine till 1am.
I was finally getting a hang of this whole PA thing. The end of the week was nearing and I have to say that things are getting so much easier. The gossip has seemed to of died down and I haven't seen him since our encounter in the lobby, so all is well.Although it is at times stressful, being a PA is pretty easy. Then again this week had been what Mr Williams called an ‘off week’. Which apparently meant that there were limited meeting although the load was pretty average it could get a whole lot worse. I don’t know, I would be pr