Chapter 5- Personal Assistant

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 if it was his job. I smile slightly to myself.

This place was beautiful and just stunning... i hadn’t been up at this part of town in a very long time. However at the same time a huge pit in my stomach was growing, this is all so daunting

I felt so out of place as if i was a stay piece of second hand clothing that somehow ended up on the racks of a designer store. I shifted uncomfortably in the business suit that i had borrowed from Emma. I haven’t worn anything like this is a very very long time because I had sworn to never step inside an office, but i guess desperate times cause for desperate measures. It also really didn’t help that my palms were sweaty and i was on the verge of tears. Taking a deep breath i stood a step inside.

As soon as I walk in, I immediately regret not letting Emma ‘accessorise’ me. She had begged me to apply some makeup, to dress me up in a tighter much shorter dress and some form of accessorises. But for some dumb reason I refused and instead was dressed in a simple clean black dress that was high cut and not too tight fitted. I thought it was classy before, but seeing everybody else I’m laughing at my foolishness. 

Everybody here seemed so stylish and professional. I found myself awing at all the different dresses and suits. Everybody seemed so clean, so neat, so... perfect. Which made me feel even worse. I walked towards what looked to be there reception. The lady sitting behind it seemed kind enough. She was a soft person, much like a motherly figure. She was kind and had her hair tied in a twist with a clasp at the back. Her hair was mostly grey which reflected her wisdom. She introduced herself to me as Harriet.

" Ah yes Mia! I’ve heard much about you from Emma. She is so excited that you might be working with her. Talks an awful lot that girl, doesn’t she? Not that i mind. She’s a sweet and young .”

I smiled at her, but it seemed slightly forced and strained. She seemed so nice, nothing I would expect from a receptionist at a big company like this. All the ones i’ve dealt with are bitchy ladies in their twenties and all they want is to sleep with the boss.

This was a welcomed change. 

" Just take the elevator to the fifteenth floor, then turn right. The directions are well posted so you should find your way to his office easily.” She finished with a smile and wave of her hand. Then went back to her work.

I turned and followed her instructions. I entered the elevator. I was so nervous, I kept rubbing my hands together trying to keep my mind off what was about to happen. The doors of the elevator begin to close and i was hoping i would be in here alone, but no. Fate, hates me. Somebody slips through in the last moment. He turns away from me focusing purely on his phone. I didn’t really take much notice of him, i was way too nervous. I need this.

But then I felt his eyes on me. He was staring, but I refused to look over.

I turn to get off at my level planning on leaving the mystery man to brood in his corner of the lift. But the man grabs my arm. I turn around shocked only to come face to face with trouble. 

The man from the bar just a meer week ago stands in front of my eyes. My arm was tingling under his grasp. Those eyes were burning into my soul, branding me. I almost gasped at the intensity. He looked so sexy today in that suit that seemed to be tailored just for him. He smirked at me, pleased with me checking him out. I grit my teeth, remembering he has an attitude. 

" Do I know you?" The strange handsome man asks, his eyes are shinning with curiosity. " You seem so familiar." 

Surely I don't look that different. I scoff in reply narrowing my eyes. I really need to get out of here. I attempt to leave again but the grip on my arm tightens. 

" What gives you the right to treat me like this." The sexy man asks me through gritted teeth. Though he doesn't seem angry, I have a sneaky feeling that he knows exactly who I am. 

I flash him a flirtatious smile before pulling my arm out of his grasp. He just stood there looking stunned, it made me feel so powerful. With this new confidence boost I gave the poor man a little wink before exiting the elevator. I mean it's my first day on the job after all. 

Butterflies swarmed my stomach, but this time I embraced them smiling to myself. Luckily my arms is holding the lift open, otherwise I would have missed my stop. I turn right as instructed but i could see any signs. 

Shit. 

I start to hurry a little more looking around at the offices. I had to stop and lean against the wall. I didn’t have a watch to glance at but i knew I was very late. Just when I was feeling so confident! Of course the universe and its. Sighing I bury my face in my hands. I always seem to mess things up.

" Why is a beautiful lady crying in the hallway?”

I look up to see a handsome young man smiling down at me. He looked like somebody who had stepped out of a tv comercial, he was way too much pizzazz that it made him look almost fake. His blond hair was over styled and his brown eyes seem to boar into my green ones.

" I’m so sorry. Ill get out of your way.” I mumble. I push myself up and off the wall sighing and trying to wipe away any signs of tears.

" Hey, just before you go. I know you have heaps of work to do and such but, could you show me Mr William’s office? This is my first day as his PA but i cant seem to find him. This place isn’t as well posted as Harriet lead on.” I laugh awkwardly. The strange man just tips his head to one side and then chuckles.

" Of course, follow me.”

He turns swiftly and heads in the direction I came from. I follow after him like a lost puppy. The nerves were bubbling up again. I just hoped that my morning wouldn’t get any more embarrassing! I was emotionally drained. Maybe not the best idea to stay late, and get tipsy. Gosh my life is exciting.

I follow the stranger into an office. It was... tasteful, surprisingly. The grey walls fit nicely with the white book case and desk. A light grey couch sitting at the entrance with the coffee table looked nice. Greenery was dotted all over the place. The stranger goes and sits on the black office chair and gestures for me to sit in front of him. Hesitantly i sit down. What is going on, why is he sitting in what i assume to be the bosses chair, unless...

" Hello, my name is Mr Williams and I assume you are Miss Mia?”

I freeze in my spot. Of course something like this happens to me. Why didn’t I recognise him? Maybe it was the fact he’s discovered the use of gel? Or plastic surgery... I’m sure that nose is fake. 

" I am so so sorry Mr William... I-I had no idea-”

" I was so handsome?” He suggested, a smug look crossing his face.

“...who you were.”

" Mr Willaims i truely am sorry. I just couldn't find my way around." I tried to explain. Why did my excuse sound so weak? 

Mr Williams just sighs and turns to the huge computer sitting on his desk. 

" Look we have a busy day so just find your fucking desk and i'll email you through the work. 

I nod before heading into the room before containing a huge desk filled with everything an assistant would need. Planners, laptop, fucking sticky notes! 

" Miss Rose, emails please!" Mr Williams voice rang out. 

" oh shit.." I curse under my breath. " Yes coming!" 

I was in way over my head. I thought to myself as I started scribbling notes as fast as I could.

I wasted half day grasping what being a PA is actually about. I use to thought it would be taking phone calls and fetching coffee. Sadly it’s so so so much more than that. I had to figure my way round this shiny new computer at the same time I was typing up notes. Adding things into calendars, double checking documents. 

By the time I got to lunch time I was still trying to make up for how I had begun the morning. I had to stop counting the amount of times I got yelled at for doing something wrong. When Mr Williams finally let me go off to lunch I was wondering if he would ever let me come back. 

Emma you coming to lunch?? X 

I rested against my chair, I was already feeling exhausted. I see why you had to be qualifyed for this job it was so much difficult than it seems on paper. Plus my heart just didn’t seem to be in it. 

The cafeteria on the contrary seemed to be buzzing with excitement. Everybody chattered away in their little groups but nobody would dare come close to the new girl. A few girls standing in a small posey to my right had thrown me looks of disgust, typical. I throw a death glare back at them hoping they would just leave me alone. I can only hope I just slip under the radar, no drama at all. 

My phone buzzes in my pocket, that must be Emma....

Yep I’ll be at the cafe in a few minutes, see you soon! I wanna hear all about it xx

I inwardly groaned. I love Emma to pieces but to be honest I was too embarrassed with how this morning. I didn’t seem to be doing anything right. Business just isn’t my forte, I haven’t had enough experience. It’s a shame I don’t have the luxury of quitting- 

“Your sitting at my table.” I glance up from my phone to find the small posey of girls now standing crowded around my table. The girl who had snapped at me was tossing her long platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, then begins to inspect her acrylic nails. She had a tight blouse on that was so low cut I was surprised her boobs hadn’t popped out yet. The girl with the brown hair and wide eyes nudged miss fake giving her what seemed to be a ‘are you fucking with me?’ Face. 

“ Sierra this is our table, we sit here too.

Sierra scoffed at wide eyes. “ yeah whatever.” She replied monotone. “ point is that garbage here is sitting in my spot.” 

Garbage really? 

“ It’s a free country. You don’t own this table, what gives you the right to be such a bitch about it?” 

All of Sierra’s friends chuckled a little under their breath. I think I may of surprised them a little. By the look on Sierras face I doubt many people spoke to her like that. I saw something dark flicker in her eyes and she leans down towards me resting her hands against the table. 

“ Listen up girly.” She hisses. “ I practically own you. I could make your life a living hell here.” 

I opened my mouth ready to mock her childish behaviour, I was so close to putting the little bitch in her place-

But instead I stayed quiet the words refusing to leave my mouth. My entire body shuts down and I just stared at her. She watched me smirking, I’ve let her think she’s won. 

A horrible dread fills me and I worry that my silence in such situations has become a forced of habit. 

“ You can have the fucking table I happen to have a date anyway.” She turns her beady eye back on me. “ something you may never get to experience. But just remember bitch....do not fucking cross me.” 

Then she was gone. Sierra and her little posey were waltzing down the hallway like they owned the damn place and it made me sick. She must be a PA. Her daddy probably got her the job and she only took it because daddy will take away her credit card if she doesn't cooperate. 

People like her are twisted and cruel and have spent their whole life perfecting the art of this game. This twisted game where they meddle and ruin lives, the game that can make you feel powerful. A game I was going to have to get use to playing again. 

Moments later i see Emma scurrying through the doors of the cafe, her cheeks bright red. She plonks herself down in the seat next to me. 

“ so... what did I miss???” She asks grinning.