Venny's Assistant

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I had been working for Mr Nutter and Mr Pfister for three weeks. One can only take so many crack-influenced sexual comments before they snap, and I had snapped.

So there I was, my heels clicking down the corridor as I clutched my resignation notice tightly. I was on my way to hand it to HR and get the hell out of there.

I had never actually met HR. A lot of people said she was like the spawn of Satan. Apparently, she had never kept an assistant for more then two days, and she hated everyone. And to top it all off, she only ever wore purple.

As I reached the end of the hallway, I saw an angel. And next to the mirror, was a door.

The walls and door were clear glass, and on the other side such a woman in purple. So this was HR. Sort of hot to be perfectly honest.

I knocked on the glass and waited. Nothing. I knocked again a little louder. Nothing. Fed up and impatient I pushed open the door and her deep brown eyes shot up to look at me. If looks could kill, I'd have just been brutally murdered.

"I knocked," I pointed to the door.

"I know," she glared at me.

"Look, sweetheart. I don't give one about anything right now. I'm here to hand in my resignation and quite frankly, I couldn't care less about making you or anybody else satisfied." I glared back.

She looked at me for a minute, before smirking and taking my notice from me.

"Why are you resigning?" She frowned, looking over my form.

"I've had enough of the crackheads,"

And with that, she tore up my notice.

"What the hell was that for?!" I growled, as she handed me the shreds.

"You're not resigning," she said, plainly.

"What do you mean? Yes I am. I sh the my job,"

"But you haven't even started yet,"

"What are you on?!"

"You start as my assistant tomorrow. Be here at 9 am sharp. I have a caramel frappe with two shots espresso don't get it wrong and don't be late,"

"Right OK," and I left her office without another word. Now what in the hell had just happened?