All Chapters of The CEO's Personal Assistant: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Her alarm went off. Blair reached out for her phone on the wooden side table. She stares at her screen and it is six in the morning.“That was fast,” she said in a cranky voice.She arrived at Alexander’s house a quarter to six, carrying her handbag in one hand and holding her phone to her ear. “ the usual, Mica” ordering Alexander’s morning coffee— he liked his coffee black with no personality. Her voice echoed through the huge living room as she entered. She let herself in, greeted the housekeeper, and headed upstairs to his bedroom.Blair already knew what to do. She selected a white shirt and a charcoal-grey suit, then placed them carefully on the bed and she picked out a dark blue tie to go with them.She was adjusting the cuffs of the shirt when the bathroom door opened.Alexander walked out, a white towel tied around his waist and his phone pressed to his ear. Water dripped from the ends of his hair onto his shoulders as he continued speaking, he didn’t notice her.Blair froze

The morning sun didn’t care about Blair’s lack of sleep, it slipped through the narrow gaps in her plastic window blinds. Bright stripes across the floor piled with fabric swatches, three coffee mugs with one half and a sneaker tossed on the floor.Blair’s mood board was pinned against her wall right above her messy study table.With a sharp clack, Cassie yanked the cord, snapping the blinds open and flooding the room with bright sunlight. Outside, the whole of New York was already awake. With the busy streets filled with cars moving and on the pavements were cyclists and pedestrians walking hurriedly.“Wakey Wakey queen!! Your empire isn’t going to build itself,” Cassie announced, dumping her handbag into the armchair filled with fresh laundry.Buried under a set of mismatched pillows and a heavy duvet, Blair groaned and dragged her duvet over her head. “If you don’t close those blinds right now, Cassie, consider our friendship officially over. I am so exhausted from the warehouse vi

“I understand,” Blair whispered, although she was struggling to accept what she had just heard.“I’m sorry, Ms. Smith. There’s nothing more I can do,” the man on the other end of the call said.The call disconnected.The silence that followed was almost unbearable.She sat motionless on the edge of the velvet sofa, her phone pressed against her ear even after the line had disconnected. She stared at the screen, waiting for it to ring again, as though Marco might suddenly reconsider and tell her there had been a mistake.But the screen remained dark.She slowly lowered the phone into her lap.Five yea