Chapter 14

Wren's Pov

Blake walked in front of me; there was something about the way she would look over my shoulder, as if she was making sure that I followed.

“You are lucky, you know that?” She smiled, but it wasn’t that polite kind of smile. It was the smile I had seen a thousand times with girls who never liked me.

“A lot of people have tried, but no one has gotten mr blackwood’s attention until now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, her lips curled in a sneer. “How did you do it?”

“I didn’t do anything,” I said in a low tone.

She rolled her eyes, waving her hand. “You don’t have to play coy. You can tell me, i want to know how you got the mighty Callum Blackwood to look at you.”

Anger surged through me, i hated how she made it sound like this was something that I wanted. “I didn’t do anything, i saw a job vacancy and I applied.”

She hummed. “Okay, if you don’t want to tell, I understand. We have to keep our tricks to ourselves.” She walked into a large office space, i could see how everyone’s eyes stared in our direction, i could see the curiosity in their eyes.

“Everyone, this is Wren Anderson; she is Mr Callum blackwood’s personal assistant.” There was something about the way she said it. She sly grin in her eyes as if there was more to what she was saying than the actual truth.

“Hi, I am Mandy, welcome.” She stretched out her hand for a handshake. I stared at her hand, wondering if this was one of those moments that someone acts nice only to show how vile they are in the end.

“Wren.” I accepted her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Blake cleared her throat. “I am sure you both will be great friends. But I have a duty to do.” She looked in my direction. “Come on, Wren, I am sure that you are going to make a lot of friends around.”

The rest of the introduction went smoothly, i tried hard to keep the names in my head, but I knew there was nothing that I could do to memorise everything.

When we walked back to the hallway that led to his office, I stared at the daunting pathway, wondering if I screamed at the top of my lungs, he would let me go.

He wouldn’t; I knew that. And even as much as I wanted to hate this, I needed this. Lizzie needed this.

“Where is my desk?” I asked.

“You will be in Mr Callum’s office. I am sure that you love it already.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, holding back from saying anything; she was baiting, hoping to find anything that would give her the reaction that she wanted. I wasn’t going to give her anything.

“Go on, I don’t want to keep you out here.” she smiled.

I stared at her, she was going to be trouble, i knew that, but how much trouble was she going to be?

When I walked back into the office, my eyes found Callum, seated behind his desk, eyes on his laptop as he talked on the phone. I didn’t miss the way his arms flexed as he talked. It felt like I was back to that night. Trapped under him, enjoying the way his hand had pulled...

“Wren!” My eyes widened, meeting Callum’s smirk. Fuck, did he just catch me checking him out? “As much as I would appreciate you looking at me with hunger in your eyes, you have a job to do.”

My cheeks flushed; I couldn’t believe that he had seen that. His eyes watched me. “I am sure you have seen the staff. And now, we have to talk business hours.”

My brows furrowed. Business hours. Wasn’t it 8 am till he was out of the office? “Do you have a boyfriend, Wren?” he asked.

I blinked, watching his face, trying to understand what he would ask me that. But when he didn’t blink, or act like the question was out of place, I despised answering with a question of my own. “Isn’t my private life, private? I don’t see how that affects my job.”

He leaned back on his chair, his eyes still taking me in. He had that look, that dark hungry look. “Well, if you are working with me, I need to be sure that my assistant can be accounted for.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

He nodded. “Any reason why?”

I glared at him; did he just want to hear the story of how pathetic I was? “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said in a firmer tone.

He nodded. “Here, this is your iPad. I have a few things that need to be cleared; you are going to handle that before the end of the day.”

I grabbed the iPad from his hand, staring at the list he had made. 14 pages long list that looked almost impossible. “I have to get this done at the end of the day?” I asked.

He smiled. “We have 24 hours in a day. I am sure you can make it work.”

I gritted my teeth. He was trying to make me fail, but why was he so interested in making me fail when he was the one who went through all this to get me this job?

“Of course.” I smiled.

He pointed to the desk in the corner. “You have your workstation; get busy.”

“Mr Blackwood...”

“Call me Callum.”

I glared. “Same as when you asked me to call you Vale, but that isn’t your name, is it?”

He laughed, but said nothing. I cleared my throat, i shouldn’t be talking about the part of our lives we didn’t have to recall. “I think I would be more effective if I worked alongside the rest of the team...”

“You are my personal assistant. And that means, this is where you will sit; this is where you will work.” he grabbed his phone. “Get to work, Wren. I would really hate it if you failed me.”