Chapter 2: Hot Mess

Leslie's P.O.V.

My ears were ringing.

It was really irritating. And it wouldn't stop. Over and over again

Oh, shit. That wasn't my ears. That was my phone! 

Oh Shit!

Have been gripping my phone like my life depended on it for sometimes now , because I was told I'd receive a call if I did get the job and passed the interview.

The desperation to get this job keeps gnawing on me.

Rolling over with my eyes still closed, I threw my arm out to the nightstand and swatted at the surface for my phone. My pinky finger barely connected with it, yet a dull thud told me I'd sent the phone flying straight to the floor.

It stopped ringing.

"No, no, no!" I opened my eyes and flung myself over the side of the bed, just missing the corner of the nightstand with my forehead, and grabbed the phone, Screaming like a crazy old hag.

It still worked.

Thank God. I'd only missed the call.

It was an unknown number, but one that was familiar to me. I stared at the screen for a moment with sleep in my eyes until a text popped up that I had a voicemail.

Immediately, I called, rubbing my eyes to wake up a little, and hit the button to listen to a new message.

"Hello, this is Sage Malvern from Boyce Oil and shipping Empire. I'm calling for a Leslie Ruffle regarding our interview for the personal assistant position yesterday. I'll be in the office tomorrow . You can reach me at..." She trailed off, reciting the number, and I scrambled out of bed to grab a pen and paper from the desk under my window.

I'd missed it, so I listened again and jotted down the number before calling back. It was picked up after three rings."excitement and adrenaline rushing through me.

"Good morning, you've reached Damien Boyce's office. Sage speaking. How may I help you?"

"Hi, Ms. Malvern?" Great, my voice cracked. I cleared my throat. "This is Leslie Ruffle returning your message."

"Oh, Leslie, hi!" Her voice brightened. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"Not at all-sorry, I just missed your call. What can I do for you?"

"Actually, I was calling to tell you that I was very impressed with your interview yesterday."

She was?"I thought, surprised and excited. I actually thought I did terribly in the interview well, thank God someone was.

"If you're still available, I'd like to offer you the position. Pending a trial period, of course."

Sweet!

Holy shit.

"Wow. Thank you so much-of course. I'd love it." Woohoo! Finally!

"Great! Can you come in tomorrow morning so we can get started on your training? Say, eight-thirty?"

"Oh, of course. That's not a problem."

"Brilliant. I'll see you then, Leslie and congratulations!"

"Thank you," I said, dazed. "Goodbye." 

I hung up and dropped my phone.

Holy shit. I got the job. I actually got the freaking job.

Doing my victory dance!

Oh luck , you finally smiled on me!

Yanking open my door, I almost tripped over the rug in the hall as I made my way to the stairs. "Mom! Dad! I got it! I got the job!" My footsteps thundered against the stairs as I ran down and into the kitchen. "I got the job!"

Oh Shit!

I cringe comprehending what am seeing right now, my mom lay on the kitchen naked with her thighs spread open moaning and groaning. my dad seems to be oblivious to his surrounding with his head stuck in between my mom pussy greedily eating her out.

Yes!

Baby!

Yes!

Ewww" how did I not hear this noise from My room before coming . Great I forgot I was a heavy sleeper not even a fire can drag me out of my bed , for running into them without checking if they weren't doing anything kinky I will really need to bleach my eyeballs because what am seeing right now is not what a child is supposed to witness are parents doing.

Fuck me Daddy!"she shrieks.

And that was my cue to leave with my dad snapping the belt from his shorts.

Well I guess, breakfast is ruined then.

Now you know why I turned out like this when I've got horny teenagers for parents . I really need to get my own place.

****

The Next Day....

The tall huge office building like a skycrapper seems real, with it's massive glass windows and the words etched on the building "Boyce Oil and Shipping Empire" which shone like Gold. intimidating, different thoughts and emotions run through .

I can do this , it's just a P.A job 

Simple and easy" I think I should do just fine I read a few things about the company and it's a real successful one and a family business that's has branches all over the country. Although it seems the BOCYE is a different Corporation from the family business. The main headquarters is located in Greece Athens .

Thankfully as nervous as hell as I am I definitely decided to put on some damn panties although I don't like the constrictions around my butt but it's better safe than sorry.

Can't really let a repeat of yesterday happen now can we"i stepped in to the tall intimidating building climbing the elevator to the top floor .

Few minutes later....

Don't worry , it's just takes practice and you'll be a pro before you know it"sage says, she's been showing me the ins and out of my duty as a personal assistant.

As the Personal Assistant of Mr Damien you will work closely with the with him to provide personal support for him (and occasionally, his family) in a range of duties."she says with a professional voice.

That support entails... 

Managing incoming phone calls, email, and general correspondence on behalf of him scheduling personal appointments and reservations for him(doctors, fitness, etc.), and managing his calendar on a daily basis. 

Attending shows and work gala"s to ensure full support is given whem required, cordinating his travel schedule which you're expected to travel with him and managing vacations although it's rare when he takes one"sage says grimacing.

Researching flights, booking hotels, restaurants, and managing reservations, planning special events and managing projects as needed. 

Purchasing miscellaneous items/gifts, and you're to send those gifts to the people he says you should . No questions just do as you've been ordered to do."she say with a kind of look I can't quite decipher. 

When you mean?

I mean his mistresses, he occasionally sends goodbye gifts to most of them and you're to do as requested"she says sternly.

Wow, seems the boss is quite a Playboy .

Just don't worry you'll do great "You'll get along with the boss just fine. Sage says

Now, you're to book a table in his favourite restaurant , he takes his lunch there .

"Okay." 

"You get forty-five minutes for lunch every day, plus one fifteen-minute break in the afternoon. I would advise going out for lunch, or you'll get roped into doing something, but take your break in the kitchen." She ushered me out of the room and back into the hall area. "Overwhelmed yet?"

"A little," I admitted, putting my purse on the floor next to my new desk. 

Sage smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry. All this is written down for you, but I'm only here until after you get back from lunch, then I have to get my daughter, so I want to get through it."

"Okay. I've got this, It's fine."

"The first thing you need to know is that the desk is set up to my organizational system. Please keep it that way just in case you don't make it past the trial, but I'm fairly confident you will." She then proceeded to show me where everything was in the desk, from paperclips to staplers to important files. "The cabinets behind you are files and information on recent contracts and business deals . The cabinet on the right..." She walked over and opened each drawer, you don't need to panic because everything you need information on are all marked in case you forget.

Sage taps the computer and it blinked to life. 

"Here's your login. It's only temporary right now, but if you get the job pemanently, I'll be here to make sure you're settled and change it all up for you. Pop it in the box there." She tapped one blue fingernail against the screen.

I typed, conscious of my newly painted red nails."I can't believe am sweating like a 16 year old going for her First roller coaster ride well I need this job more than ever if not for anything but my eyes can bear to witness any of my mom and dad sex life.

I logged in and froze. There were icons everywhere, I panicked at first but I then got a hang of things taking care of his Mr Damien schedule and meeting And a few clicks later and the screen was much more tolerable to look at, and a hell of a lot less confusing.

"Okay. Let's start simple, and I'll explain those to you. Phone." She pointed at the wireless phone on a dock to my right. "Simple. If it rings, someone wants you or they want Mr. Damien."

"Do I have to send a call through to him?"

"Sometimes. There is a list of people who go through to him if he's here and not in a meeting or out with a client." She slid it toward me. "It's limited to his parents, his sister, and a few high-profile clients. But, you always put them on hold and call to see if he's able to take the call."

"Okay. Answer, and if they're on the list, put them on hold, check with him, and put them through .

Heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs.

Sage brightened. "Oh, good. Mr. Boyce is here early today. I was hoping to be able to introduce you."

My hands shook under the desk. Oh, God, why was I shaking? That wasn't going to make a good impression whatsoever." Okay universe do me a favour and save me from any embarrassment.

"No, I can't do today. Because I said so," the voice said.

It was vaguely familiar. 

"you know this is not the first so handle it properly." The man the voice belonged to stepped into the room.

My stomach sunk.

Thick, wavy, dark hair that curled over his ears". Uh oh

Bright-blue eyes"Shit

A strong jaw dotted with dark stubble."Definitely screwed

A light-gray suit that hugged his body better than any fabric had a right to.

It was Mr handsome .

Oh, no.

Sage opened her mouth, but he held up a finger, his jacket draped over his forearm as he carried a sleek leather briefcase in his hand. His eyes darted toward us for barely a second, something flickering in them when they landed on me. 

I swallowed as his office door swung shut behind him.

Oh No!

Am screwed, like not just any screwed like freaking screwed.

Sage eyes me speculatively. "Do you know him?"

"Um." I swung my gaze from his door to her. "Not really. We've had a...fleeting meeting."

"Please don't tell me you've slept with him cause there's a company policy of no fraternizing with office colleagues."She says with a pleading eyes .

"No! Oh God, no. Nothing like that." My cheeks flushed,now that she says something I wonder what sleeping with him will be like .

"Oh, thank God." She pressed her hand to her chest and leaned on the desk. "What is it, then?"

I bit my lip and dragged it between my teeth. "After I left the interview, I grabbed Starbucks, and I was kind of in my own little world. I might have stepped into the road without checking it, and I might have fallen over in front of his car trying not to get run over."

Sage's eyes widened. "Oh. Oh. You're the crazy girl he was muttering about yesterday morning."

“Crazy girl?”I whisper, I guess he isn't wrong.

"I am crazy!

I dropped my head to the desk, the keyboard slamming as I wrote God only knew what on the screen with my forehead. 

"Well, if nothing else, this will be interesting."

The amusement in her voice told me she was looking forward to this meeting.