บททั้งหมดของ The Assistant's Choice. : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"Are you busy?"I raised a brow at a smiling Bradley. I looked pointedly at my stack of papers and then back up at him. "What do you think?""Stupid question?""Stupid question." I agreed. I sighed. " Can I help you?"He pursed his lips. "What happened to you calling me sir?" I snorted. "You and your brother asked if I wanted to be in a threesome with you two."His eyebrows raised. "We didn't ask you to join a threesome. We said we'd both like to date you. Separately." I shrugged. "Semantics."He laughed. "Okay." He sat down on the edge of my desk. Richmond had gone out for a smoke a while ago, and he'd said he wanted the paperwork done by the time he came back. Yet I looked up expectantly at Bradley. "What you can help me with is telling me if you're available tonight.""Tonight." I echoed. He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest."If It's convenient of course." He shrugged his shoulders. "We could reschedule if you're busy." I shook my head quickly."No, tonight's perfect I ju

Getting ready this morning was more of a task than it usually was. In the mornings, I usually just air dried my curls and brushed through them a bit, but this morning, I had to straighten my hair to maintain the hairstyle Connor had given me on Friday.And I also had to put more effort into my outfit, because—well I honestly don't know. Because I wanted to impress Bradley and Brandon today? Maybe? Connor had left what looked like his entire closet with me. No matter how many times I'd told him to take everything back he'd just brushed me off and told me he had more than enough clothes back at his place. Looking at all of his clothes on Monday morning, I started to doubt him again.Connor had tried to make this easier on me. He'd arranged all the clothes in every single possible outfit I could make with them and then take pictures so I didn't forget. I now had thirty new outfits to choose from, which was difficult because I didn't know what would be appropriate for work. They weren't

Compiling the list of our company's partners was easy. It was contacting all thirty of them and inviting them to the banquet that took a while.It would've been easy, if Richmond didn't have me running around like a headless chicken the entire time. He wanted to have most of his work done before we left for Paris, which meant I was running around delivering documents and passing on messages and typing contracts and retyping them later on and on top of that I also had to attend all his meetings with him. I barely had time to do my original task. I ended up working three more hours than I should've.I sighed as I wrote down the last contact on the list. It was dark, I could tackle that one tomorrow. By now, I was sure everyone had already left for home. The space felt empty, eerie and creepy. I wondered how Richmond handled it. He'd already left some time ago though. Which was a first for probably everyone on the entire planet; Mr. Richmond leaving the work place earlier than everyone e

Richmond didn't like the museum.I would've thought that a man of his... Stature would appreciate a place like this but Richmond looked like he'd rather be hit over the head with a large stone and buried alive than be there. I couldn't identify if his disdain for the place was because he lacked a sense of art or because he couldn't stand being around people for long periods of time.He was as stiff as a board, making a face at a painting, his blue eyes squinting at the splashes of colors that strangely resembled his eyes. A woman moved beside him, a few feet away from him, a camera in her hands. He hissed at her. She flinched, startled, and ran away so fast you'd think Richmond was a wild animal. I rolled my eyes, deciding then that his disdain for the art gallery was clearly because of the people that milled around.Richmond went back to glaring at the painting. I stepped up to him. "I don't think you're going to be able to truly see the art that way sir."He made a sound that was t

"The seating plan arrangement for the banquet is not right." Richmond said, his brows furrowed crossly. "We'll have to redo the entire thing by Wednesday." I set the papers I was stapling down. Richmond was still frowning at the papers and I didn't even want to try and remind him that we've redone the seating plan four times in the last week. "I underestimated how much work this was gong to be." he continued. I bit my lip, that meant I had to cancel my plans for dinner. which, wouldn't have been big deal, if Brandon wasn't coming. Richmond look up and raised a brow. I'd been silent too long."Ill pay you overtime, of course." I shook my head."No sir, I know. its just that I have to cancel dinner plans is all. "He leaned back in his seat, his long legs peeked out from under his big desk. "Who are you having dinner with?""Just, Jessica and a friend of ours, and...Brandon." I responded. He nodded looking thoughtful." I see no reason to cancel." he said coolly. "Its just a seating pl