DIRTY || JENLISA (G!P)

CHAPTER THREE

Lisa's POV

Jennie seems like a sweet girl.
Bambam didn't warn me that he was sending someone out today, but
when he called me to tell me about
my Oscar nomination he reminded
me again that I need an assistant, so
I wasn't surprised when she showed
up.

While we eat our pizza we sit at
the island and get to know each
other. She's from Korea originally
and her parents live in Korea, she's
twenty-six, single, not that that
matters, and she claims she can make the best sandwiches in California. I'll be the judge of that. I like that she isn't probing me; she's actually done most of the talking, which works for me. I don't like to talk too much, especially about myself. I'm a quiet person by nature, which makes being in the industry pretty hard. Plus I like my privacy. I also love what I do, so I take the good with the bad.

"So, what made you want to be a
personal assistant?" I ask her.

"The rent?" Jennie replies.

"Isn't that why anyone does
anything?" I chuckle, "Im paying you good, right?"

"Uh, I don't know. We didn't discuss
salary."

"What kind of bullshit is that?" I
grumble. "I'll call Bambam," I say and reach for my cell phone.

"I'm sure whatever it is, is fair," she
says.

Something seems fishy if you ask me.

"Jennie, what person doesn't want to know what they're being paid?" I ask and hit send on Bambam's name.

"Lisa, wait! Don't... don't call him,"
Jennie says, reaching for my phone
and hanging up on my manager.

"New rule: don't ever touch my
phone," I say, giving her an odd look.

"I'm sorry." she apologizes. "It's just...
Bambam didn't send me. I heard from an employee in his office that you needed an assistant-"

"You just showed up at my house
and..." I stand up from my chair and
ask, "Are you fuckin' stalking me?"
Not that a stalker would admit to it.

"Oh please! This isn't a Will &
Grace episode," she rolls her eyes.
"Your address and pictures of your
house are available on the internet.
I took initiative. Since when is that a
crime?"

"You took it upon yourself to show up at my house. Are you fuckin' insane? Do you know what kind of shit I deal with everyday and... This?" Fuck this
bullshit.

"I showed up to offer my services,
not steal your laundry. But you know what? If you're such an arrogant prick, I'd rather not work for you."
Jennie stands up too and tosses some cash on the table. "Thanks for lunch,"
she says before walking away.

Fuck. She has all of my personal
information.

"I'm not arrogant, I deal with this shit on a daily basis, Jennie," I call after her. I change my tone and ask politely as possible, "Come back in here, please."

She stops in her tracks. A few seconds pause before she turns to face me again. Jennie walks over to me and says, "I'm not new to the way things go in this town, Lisa. Ive been dealing with it on and off my whole life. Right now I'm not talking to Oscar nominated Lalisa Manoban; I'm talking to some girl who doesn't know shit about me but must be either very jaded or very narcissistic if she assumes I'm stalking her. I don't care if you're famous. I'll treat you with the same politeness and respect I would anyone else."