What You Do To Me

Chapter 37: Maxwell's POV

"Um... excuse me?" I ask quietly, Adrian's coffee cup in hand. The security guard looks up at me.

He has short gray hair and soft brown eyes. "How can I help you?"

"Um... I'm Max Frost? Mr. Silvers' new P.A." I say and the security guard's eyes widen. His name tag reads Larry. Larry nods. "I uh... I'm looking for Katherine Pittman?"

"Give me just a second." He says and I nod. He picks up the phone on his desk and presses some numbers.

It rings for a few seconds and we awkwardly look at each other.

"Hey Bob!" Larry says.

Bob and Larry the security guards? Really? Ok...

"Yeah, I know, hey how's Allison?" Larry asks.

"Glad she's doing good. But listen, where's Katherine Pittman, have you seen her at all today?"

"Thanks Bob." He says and hangs up.

"Come on, I'll bring you to Kat." He says and I nod. He stands up and starts walking down the hallway to 10 elevators.

Can I just ask what the fuck you'd need TEN elevators for?? My apartment building only has 2!

We ride the elevator in silence as people slowly get on and off.

"This the floor that Katherine Pittman works on, if you'll follow me?" He asks and I nod. We wander off down several hallways and come upon a glass office. The plaque says Katherine Pittman, Senior Executive.

Oh boy.

"Have good day, Mr. Frost." Larry says with a curt nod.

"You too."

I knock on the glass door, but it isn't really glass. It looks like glass, but it's not see through. It's like... warped.

"Come in!" Calls a voice.

I oblige, stepping in and closing the door behind me.

Katherine is sitting at a large oak desk. It's actually not a very large office, but it's comfy. The style is modern and clean. Long white couch, white fur rug, dark oak desk, comfy white visitors' chairs.

"H-hi I-I'm Maxwell Frost." I stammer and she turns to me.

"Katherine Pittman." She says curtly. She has shoulder-length curly blonde hair and she looks to be about 25 or 26. I notice a wedding ring on her finger and I instinctively touch my own ring, hidden under my shirt.

"I-I-I know." I stammer. "A-Adrian- I m-mean Mr. Silvers sent me t-to see you b-because h-he has a meeting."

Katherine nods again.

"Fucking Adrian." She says with a sigh and my eyes widen. "Alright so you're stuck with me until he gets back. So, lesson one of how to be Adrian's assistant, make me a cup of coffee."

I nod nervously and look her office for a coffee machine. I find nothing.

"Uh-um..." I stammer. "W-wh-where?"

"And lesson two. Sometimes you may need to trust your instincts. When you came in here, did you really think there would be a coffee maker?" Katherine asks, a toying smirk on her face. Her blue-green eyes seem to be taunting me.

Did I really think there would be a coffee maker in here? It wouldn't surprise me.

But that wasn't the question.

I did.

I did think she would have one. An important person like her probably works late nights often and judging by her office, she's neat and clean. I doubt a person like that would want to go far, to take valuable time when she could be working, to get a cup of coffee.