บททั้งหมดของ Personal Assistant to my Bully CEO : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Mich narrowed his eyes at me, stroking his chin. "I'll call you what I like, because I'm the boss here. I'm the one calling the shots.”"It's my name. I'll teach you how to pronounce it.”A knock came at the door before he could respond. "Yeah, come in, Ruky.”The lady who had ushered me, in walked in. "Prepare her letter of appointment. Drill her on the rules. She resumes by seven on the dot tomorrow morning.”Seven?? Tomorrow? Today was Friday.I was about to open my mouth but Ruky gave me a subtle shake of her head."Alright, sir.” Ruky mumbled.I watched Mich walk out of the office. Boy, no doubt his aura screamed of poise and elegance. He looked like a perfect model. “He hates it when you challenge his decisions." Ruky began after he left.Obviously.“But tomorrow is Saturday." “You're taking the role of a personal assistant, not regular staff." I was puzzled. “So…the office opens on Saturdays and it's just the personal assistant that's expected to show up?" I was surprised

The gown and heels were gone when I finally awoke to my blaring alarm by 6am. Next to me was Shirley, and on the other bed were Mirabel and Arella. I remembered Shirley's warning for me not to leave it there. No doubt Mirabel and Arella must have taken it. But then, it wasn't impossible for the culprit to be Shirley. I was too angry and pissed to even start preparing for work. I didn't suffer the humiliation from putting it on for nothing, all for them to just have their way with it. I figured that even if Mich didn't want me anymore, the money I would make from the sale of that gown will be enough to sustain me till I got another job. And now this. I eyed their trunks and the wardrobes, wondering where I should begin my search. It could even be beneath the mattress they laid, for all I knew. In anger, I kicked both beds hard and forcefully. “You guys should wake up!!!" They all stirred sluggishly, rubbing their eyes. I kicked both beds harder the second time. “I know you a

I stared at it, frozen in shock. I looked up from the shoe to Sammy, who gave me a pathetic stare, and then my gaze finally settled on Mich, expecting him to explode.“I think the dress is perfect." I was surprised to hear Mich say to them, ignoring me. “Just do a little touch on the shoulder. It looks too loose on the arm. I think the heels suit perfectly too, though I didn't get to see the performance as I wanted." He finally looked at me. “You can take it off. It's okay." Then he turned to Sammy's partner. “What's the cost of the shoes?" “Three hundred bucks.”Mich nodded and looked straight at me. "I'll inform the HR tomorrow to deduct twenty-five percent of the cost from your salary." “What?!" My heart sank. “I… it's so obvious it was an accident. I didn't wreck it on purpose." “I witnessed it ma'am, and it was obviously your fault." Mich said stiffly.I really felt agitated. “That's ridiculous! Doesn't it even mean the product wasn't well made?" He stared at his wristwatc

Now, I was really petrified. “Mich!" I slammed the table with a balled fist before realizing myself. “What is wrong with you?! Are you going to pay me or not? I've barely started and you're doing this." “Hold on to the shades, Bonnie." He was so calm. “Since you don't look so good, it kind of enhanced your appearance.”My heart really sank instantly. I felt the tears well up my eyes again, but struggled to blink them back. So the ladies were right then.“I'd just deduct the cost from your salary as I said. Including two bucks for calling me Mich.” He smiled so sweetly that the waitress who brought our tray of drinks gave me envious looks like I was enjoying a lovers date with Mich.It's really not cool to judge a book by the cover.“If I get you right, are you saying you're deducting four bucks for calling you Mich?" I resumed immediately she left. “Seventy-five for the shoes, a hundred and fifty bucks for…for this?" Mich gave me a baffled look with a scoff. “I don't understand you,

I walked away from the ladies and glanced around for Mich. Thankfully, he was nowhere in sight, so I hurried to the buffet stand and began to serve myself. I could be lucky to finish eating before he shows up. And if he finds me eating, then so be it. Didn't they say a living dog was better than a dead lion? Whatever. I picked up a tray and made my way to the stand. Firstly, I heaped some pasta by the side, added two chicken skewers and some salad, with a bit of cheese. I didn't fail to grab a glass of champagne too. I picked a table by a quiet corner of the hall where a few people were settled, and began to dig into my meal. But this time, I ensured I ate like a queen, like I was filming for a food commercial, so I wouldn't pass off as a hungry cow, according to Mr. Michael Monte. Barely three minutes into my meal, a shadow towered above my table. I didn't need to look up to tell that it was Mich, so I just kept on eating, and ignored him. “Seriously, Bonnie?" I paused this ti