Assistant To The Pablo Brothers

“Okay, so they are allergic to nuts, and this is a list of meetings they have for tomorrow.”Mr. Goodwill pushed a thick folder across the polished desk.Amara Valerie glanced at it without touching it.She was sitting comfortably in the leather chair opposite him, one leg crossed over the other, sunglasses resting on top of her head despite being indoors. She had spent the last forty minutes listening to the royal family's lawyer explain everything she supposedly needed to know about her new job.She was beginning to wonder if she had made a terrible decision.Not because she was afraid of the job.She simply hated being told what to do.“Not bad.” She picked up the folder and flipped through the pages. “So, what time am I supposed to report to work and when is the closing time? Do I get a tea break?”Mr. Goodwill looked at her over his glasses.“You are supposed to report to work at eight in the morning and closing time is four p.m., though sometimes they stay late. Your contract sa

By the third day, Amara was beginning to think she had finally figured out the job.She knew which meetings required printed documents and which ones were virtual. She knew Nick liked his coffee black and Lorry preferred tea in the afternoon. She knew which calls could wait and which ones needed to be transferred immediately.Most importantly, she had memorized their schedules.That morning, Amara sat behind her desk, scrolling through the brothers' calendars while eating a piece of toast.She had already answered twelve emails.She had rejected three unnecessary meeting requests.She had moved one appointment because Nick had another commitment.Things were going smoothly.Her phone rang.“Pablo Innovations, good morning.”“Amara, it's Nick.”She straightened.“Yes?”“Move the Henderson meeting to eleven.”Amara glanced at the calendar.“Eleven?”“Yes.”“Okay.”“And make sure Lorry is there.”“Will do.”The call ended.Amara quickly opened the calendar and moved the meeting.She chec

By the fifth day, Amara was starting to enjoy her job.She arrived early, finished her work on time, and made sure every meeting was properly scheduled. After the disaster on her third day, she had become extra careful.Unfortunately, the other employees had started talking.She'd notice some weird looks and every time Amara walked past a group of employees, the conversations would suddenly become quieter.Some whispered about the written warning she had received.Others talked about how she had spoken back to Lorry.A few even wondered why she was still working there after only five days.Amara heard them.She simply ignored them.She had a job to do, and she was going to do it perfectly.By the afternoon, everything was under control.She had prepared the documents for the following day's meetings, answered emails, organized the brothers' schedules and made sure there were no clashes.She was sitting behind her desk when the clock reached 2:40 p.m.She walked up to Lorry's office.“M

AMARA'S POVThe first thing I heard when I opened my eyes was someone groaning.I frowned and pulled the blanket over my head.Another groan followed.“Water…”I slowly opened one eye.Javey was standing beside my bed, looking like death had personally come to collect him. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair was a complete disaster, and he was holding his head with both hands.I stared at him for a few seconds.“You look terrible.”He glared at me.“I feel terrible.”“You drank enough alcohol to kill a horse.”“And why did you let me?”“I tried to stop you.”“You should have tried harder.”I sat up and stretched.“I did. You told me I was ruining your fun.”“Did I?”“Yes.”He frowned, clearly trying to remember.“What else did I do?”I looked at him.“You sang.”His face dropped.“Oh God.”“Very loudly.”“What did I sing?”“Dance with My Father by Luther Vandross.”He stared at me.“That’s not possible.”“Then you sang a love song to a security guard.”Javey covered his face.“No.”“Yes.

AMARA'S POVThe rest of dinner went surprisingly well.Nick didn't ask me any more questions about his mother.Instead, we talked about the company, technology, and some of the projects they were currently working on.I was actually enjoying the conversation.Not because I was attracted to him, but because he was surprisingly easy to talk to when he wasn't acting like the notorious playboy everyone talked about.“So,” Nick said, putting his glass down, “can I ask you a random question?”I raised an eyebrow.“Sure?”“Are you single?”“Yes.”He smiled a little.“Of course you are.”“What is that supposed to mean?”“Nothing.”I shook my head.“You're annoying.”“So I've heard.”“Why are you labelled a player?”“I... I don't think I'm a player.”We both laughed.“Oh, really? Why do they call you the notorious playboy then?”“I think they just hate me.”“Hate you? Look behind us. There's two women trying so hard to get your attention. A few waitresses here can't wait for you to ask them ou