CEO's Lovely Secretary

1/Dianna

"Have you tried Apple Juice?" I sigh into the phone at Emma's babysitter, Ms. Esmeralda. "Orange juice? Cranberry juice? Gogo Squeeze? A smoothie?" I ask her tiredly. "I've tried everything Miss. She just won't stop crying."  I rub my eyes tiredly and sigh. "Thank you Esmeralda. I should be home in an hour," I sigh. I can hear Emma screaming in the background and I already know what I'm in for when I get home. I hang up the phone and sigh. "What's got you so troubled?" Damien's voice ask from behind me. I turn around startled and glare. "Don't do that," I tell him. I sit down at my desk and open up my laptop. "You didn't answer the question," he sighs. "Personal maters. Nothing to affect my work," I tell him, knowing full well it's a lie. Screaming baby means tired mom. Tired mom equals lousy work. Even so, I've never let it affect my work before and I won't now. I send him my saved document and quickly stand up. I begin packing my stuff and prepare to head out of the door when Damian calls my name. "You're a terrible liar," he sighs, sliding his foot and arm in the way of the threshold. Blocking me inside. "Unless you've got a crying one year old at home, you wouldn't understand," I grumble, shoving him out of the way. "Maybe not but, I've got a niece and I know how tired my sister can be," he points out. "Why do you care. You're usually an arrogant jerk," I scoff, locking my office door. "Too tired to be a jerk," he laughs. Surprisingly, I laugh too. Just how tired am I? We both step into the elevator and I click the 1st floor button. The two of us make our way to our designated parking. "See you tomorrow Ms. Taylor," he says, getting into his car before I am respond. I get in my car as well and he pulls out first. Me right behind him before we split on the expressway.

I park my car in front of the condo building I live in and let out a nervous huff. Emma's my daughter, is about to give me hell. I take the elevator to the top floor and walk up to the door. I type in the code to my door and the immediate sound of screaming causes me to sigh. I drop my bags by the door and walk into the living room to see a panicked Esmeralda and a crying Emma. "Emma sweetie," I call out. In an instant, she stops crying and looks over at me with a year stained face. "Mama," she whimpers. "Hey baby," I sigh, walking over. The moment I pick her up, she starts to cry again. What's wrong with her, I don't know. "Thank you, Esmeralda," I sigh, patting Emma on the back. "No problem Miss. I shall take my leave," when sighs, her French accent strong as ever. "Get home safe," I smile, rocking Emma in my arms. I hear the front door shut and turn my head back to Emma, who's still crying in my arms. "What's wrong baby?" I ask, kicking my heels off. My question only cause her to scream louder. She's trying to tell me something. I just don't know what. And that's something I hate. Not being able to read my daughter at times. I walk out onto the porch and her crying immediately stops. I let out a tired chuckle. "Is that all you wanted?" I sigh, walking over to the railing. She points out random. Things down below through baby babbles and pointing fingers. I chuckle at the adorable words she tries to form. I plant a small kiss to her forehead before sighing. "Ok, time for bed," I smile. She gives me a shake of her head in complaint. "You're too cute," I sigh, walking through the second door on the porch that leads to my bedroom. "Stay here," I tell her, laying her down on my bed. Emma has always been the bay to never try and crawl off the bed so I have no problem leaving her alone. I make my way to her room and grab her tiny nightgown golden on her bed. I walk back in the room to see her playing with the stuffed bunny she left on my bed last night. I walk behind her slowly before attacking her with tickles. She burst out in an uncontrollable laughter, causing me to laugh as well. "Ok baby, let's get you ready," sigh, plopping down beside her. I quickly dress her in her pajamas and pick her up in my arms. She lets out a tired yarn and lays her head on my shoulder. I carefully make my way to her bedroom and lay her down
in her crib. Her eyes shut immediately and I cut out all the lights. Making sure the bay monitors on, I slip out of the room. I leave the door wide open and make my way out of the room. I slip into my own pajamas which consist of a large t-shirt left by my big brother, Daniel," who still lives in California with the rest of my family. I originally left due to my sister trying to kill me in order to inherit my families company. I never wanted the darn thing so I just left and let her have it. It's funny though. Out of anger, Damien decided he wanted it last minute and took over just to spite her. He ended up finding out he enjoys to job. He often tells me that I don't have to work and that he'll support me for the rest of my life but I decline to offer. I like to be able to leave the house and go to work everyday. As exhausting as it it, I love it. I plop down in my own bed, falling asleep immediately.