MY BESTIE, MY MURDERER

Personal Assistant

A/N :-

Dear dear readers,

I am so sorry for updating this late, actually I had some personal problems going on with my family. I will still try to update as frequently as possible.

And This chapter is a flashback and its in 3rd POV (Not Mark's)

Love you all,

loveraditi

Warning:- This chapter contains some sexual encounter, if you are not comfortable reading it you may ignore this chapter. Thank you.

Jamie Jones scanned the files on her desk, making sure there were no errors. Her boss, Mark Williamson, was efficient and demanding. He was fair, but had no patience for incompetence. She had heard rumors about how he was just another rich carefree guy, but now he had become this strict and unkind after his father's sudden death. In her six months here she'd seen about thirty people summarily dismissed for repeating mistakes. She prided herself on her attention to detail and had yet to be reprimanded for anything. Prior to this, she'd been between jobs for far too long and had jumped at the opportunity for the entry level filing work. She'd been quietly efficient up until the last month. Working tirelessly day after day for the last six months she'd gotten more done than any two of her peers. Her diligence had paid off. Monday morning, Mr. Mark had commented at the weekly meeting on how well she'd done and how it would behoove everyone else in the office to take note of her example. That was her cue that it was time. Six months of entry level filing was long enough. It was time to move up.

Now it was Friday. Once again she was one of the last people left working in the office. Smiling, she gathered up the files and shuffled them neatly into a folder. Rising from her desk she made her way to the back office where Mr. Mark would still be working. With each step she felt herself grow slightly more nervous. It was risky, asking for a promotion so soon, but her work ethic spoke for itself. Pausing just outside the door she took a steadying breathe.

"Now or never." She whispered. Heart racing she knocked once and waited to be called in.

"Enter."

Opening the door, Jamie strode confidently into the office. Mr. Mark was facing away from her, his nose buried deep in financial reports.

"Mr. Mark, I have the files you requested."

"Thank you Miss Jones." He replied without looking up. "Just leave them on my desk. "

Jamie hesitated just a moment before placing the files on the desk. Taking a step back she clasped her hands in front of her and waited patiently.

After several moments Mr. Mark looked up, as if noticing her for the first time. Glancing at his desk he spied the folder she'd place there. "Was there something else?"

"Yes."

Mr. Mark set the financial reports aside and turned to face her. She could feel his intense scrutiny as he tapped his fingers expectantly on his desk. "Well?" He asked patiently. "Were you going to tell me, or are you expecting me to read your mind?"

"I've been here six months now." She said.

"And?"

"I want a raise."

Mr. Mark arched an eyebrow at her but didn't smile. "Excuse me?"

"I'm your best employee." Jamie stated. "I'm the first one at work, and I'm the last one to leave. I do twice the work of any of your other employees and I've never made a single mistake or needed any supervision."