Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire and his PA: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Cassie POVAs I walked through the front door of The Bean House, the tiny bell attached to the door rang out. I was immediately hit by the smell of fresh coffee and newly baked pastries. The café was decorated with varying hues of brown, white, and yellow. The seats in the middle parts of the café were arranged in groups of twos and threes around circular tables. The seats closer to the walls and corners of the café were arranged in booths with the chairs having bright yellow cushioning. Various handing and potted plants littered the café giving it the feeling of a cutesy cottage. The floorboards shone as they had probably been freshly mopped and polished. A chalkboard situated directly opposite the front door boasted of the Bean House menu and special for the week. Apple cinnamon waffles with oat milk latte, the chalkboard read in colorful fancy cursive letters. Secretly, I hoped that they wouldn’t sell all of the apple cinnamon waffles by the end of the day as the café staff usually

It had been exactly two weeks since Cassie had quit her job at Club Indigo and things were not looking as bright as she thought they would. When she had given Big Daddy the middle finger after she had gone to his office to make payment for the mugs shattered and the drink spilled during the shoot-out, she had been thinking that she would survive just fine on two jobs. Unfortunately, it was starting to look like she had made a big mistake by quitting her job as a waitress at Club Indigo.For a very brief moment a few days ago, she had considered going back to Club Indigo to beg Big Daddy for her old job back. She had banished the thought from her mind as quickly as she had conjured it up. That was a bad idea. Asking Big Daddy for a favor of any sort was akin to signing a contract with the devil. He would hold it over her head forever.Yes, the clubs and its patrons were shady, and more than half of the activities that went on there were illegal. Yes, most of the patrons were absolute a

The moment Cassie stepped through the automatic doors, she was greeted by a blast of cool air from the air conditioner and the smell of new furniture. The cool air was being circulated around the reception area by a powerful air conditioner she couldn’t see and the smell of new furniture was coming from a large new desk being assembled by a trio of hefty-looking men with shirts too small to contain their hulking muscle masses. It had been a long time since Cassie assembled a table or any other piece of furniture for that matter but she doubted that many people were needed for that kind of job. A lanky man who wasn’t dressed like the other three men held up an instruction manual in confusion. Unlike the other three who were dressed in rust-colored polo shirts and khakis, the lanky man was dressed professionally in a freshly pressed black suit. He was probably the company’s receptionist who had so kindly offered to help the three men with the job of assembling the new desk. To Cassie,

Cassie’s morning had started on greatly. Maybe she should have known something was very wrong and was going to happen later in the day. She had woken up to the last chime of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Without looking at her phone, she knew it was five o’clock already. Somehow in all her years of living in that house, her body had gotten accustomed to waking her at the fifth chime of the clock; nothing earlier, nothing later. She padded out of the room barefoot, the back of her pajamas slick with the seat. Maybe if she worked really hard, she would soon be able to afford a more functional air conditioner but until then she figured that she would have to contend with waking up in a pool of her own sweat every morning. She started off with her chores; vacuuming the living room, washing the plates in the sink fr

Cassie spent most of the morning on her knees. The hard marble tiling of the floor of Felix’s office might have been pretty to look at but it was hell to have to kneel on it as she sorted through the mountain of paper on the ground.  She had only gotten a few minutes off from kneeling and arranging when she had to run over to other departments in Tech Town to deliver the papers that didn’t belong in Felix’s office. She put the very last folder into the filing cabinet and managed to walk over to the rug in the middle of the room to let her body drop to the ground as if she were a discarded rag doll. She hung her arm over her head to protect her eyes from the bright fluorescent light in the ceiling. She had no idea that being a personal assistant would have been that hard and tedious.