Imperfect Hearts

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"Bitch."

I heard him mutter right before he hung up. He might not have expected me to hear it, but I did and I'm proud that I didn't flip the bird at the phone and show my immature side to any of my new 'colleagues.'

This is the fifth time I've been called a bitch and it's only my second day here. So, yay me.

I can't think of a reason why people think it's a great idea to call me names just because my boss thought they weren't worth his time. I mean, I agree with his decision. These people do not deserve anybody's time.

Anyway, this wasn't what I had in my mind when I said an enthusiastic 'yes!' to be the personal assistant of InkHive's founder/head. But to be honest, apart from these frequent calls that end up with me being called a bitch, the job has been...pretty great. Really, really great actually. I agree that my little fantasy of the good ol' CEO-assistant romance trope got crushed when I stalked him on social media and found out that he was married...but I totally blame rom-com movies for getting that kinda thing into my mind.

To my luck, he wasn't a moody, grumpy boss, but a roses and sunshine kind of guy. And that was the first thing I told papa after coming here.

The only thing that I didn't like about this job was that I have to stay away from him.

"Miss Novák?" A call from Mr Sinclair's room brought me back to the real world and I scrambled out of the chair to rush into his room.

"Yes, sir?" I cracked the door open to peek inside and immediately regretted it.

Urgh, should've knocked like a professional.

"You don't have to call me sir, we've already established that." He said with a smile, without taking his eyes off the computer screen. "I'm a little occupied right now and I really need some caffeine, so I just wanted to ask if you could get me a cup of coffee."

See? This man's great. Who politely asks their assistants to bring a coffee? I mean, technically many might. But from the little research I did before getting into this, most of them are likely to yell if they didn't get their coffee on time.

"Sure, of course. What would you like to have?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't recite a long list of requirements. If he does, I'm not sure if I'll remember them.

"Espresso, it's always espresso. I've heard it boosts productivity." He winked. "You've seen the Starbucks right across our street, right?"

I nodded. Who misses Starbucks? Not me.

"Okay then. Don't forget to get something for yourself." He said as his computer made a sound. "I would've gotten it myself but I'm a bit caught up right now."

"That's perfectly fine, I'll do it. Sugar?"

"A little sweetness would be nice." He said and I slipped out of his office with a smile and texted papa as I walked down the hallway.

InkHive had about twenty employees, and I saw about ten of them immersed in their works and a few of them, whose eyes were off their screen, gave me a tight smile. I still had to befriend all of them.

My plan to make friends on the first day was tougher than I anticipated since they've been so busy yesterday that they didn't even have a proper break.

So far, I've only met Clementine, one of the web designers, and she seemed nice. In the few minutes we talked, she made sure I knew where the break room and washroom is. I can tell she's going to be my friend here. She was a lady with a charm that makes every girl admire her. And her fashion sense screams that she's a creative person.