Personal Assistant

chapter 2

If the Italian is this chapter is wrong, don't talk to me. Take it up with google translate :)

Monday, September 12, 2022

Olive Garcia

Heading into the local coffee shop near Smith's Empire. Getting Mr. Smith a black coffee with sugar and creamer on the side; and getting myself an iced coffee.

Walking into the large building at 7:58 only having two minutes to get to the fourteenth floor. I wonder what Mr. Smith meant by punishment. Knocking on the black wood door hearing a low 'Come in'.

Walking in, seeing Mr. Smith typing away on his MacBook pro. "I got you a plain black coffee with some cream and sugar on the side, because I didn't know if you wanted it in your coffee or not" I explained as I set his black coffee next to his computer.

"Yea, yea. your desk is over there" pointing to the right corner of his office "Have you started packing your apartment?" Mr. Smith finally looks up at me. "Uhm. No sir, when do you expect me to move in?" slowing moving towards my new desk.

The desk is a plain black wood with nothing on it except a stack of papers and a black gel pen. "You were supposed to move in today but I guess tomorrow will be fine." he states with his normal speaking tone; staring holes into the back of my head.

" When you're done with those papers you can go home and start packing." he states as he continues to work. "yes-" I start to speak but get cut off by the three loud knocks at the door. "Come in"

A black haired woman walks in wearing a short red dress. "piccola perché non sei tornata a casa ieri sera" ( Baby why didn't you come home last night ). Trying to mind my business, sitting down at my desk and starting on the paperwork.

"Non sono la tua piccola Aurora, questo è il mio lavoro che devi lasciare" ( I'm not your baby Aurora, this is my job you have to leave ) Her name is so pretty. "MA..TUO MARITO VINCENT" ( But.. your my husband Vincent ) The sudden screaming makes me flinch and quickly look up at the two.

"SONO IL TUO EX MARITO AURORA" ( I'm your ex-husband Aurora ) Mr. Smith was yelling in a very calm voice unlike Aurora. I may have not understood what she was saying but I could hear the anger in her voice. " Olive, bambina, call the front desk to tell them my ex-wife is here" ( Beautiful )He was speaking in such a soft tone unlike how he has ever spoken to me.

Doesn't bambina mean beautiful in Italian, does Mr. Smith think I'm pretty? "yes sir" saying quickly, sounding loud because of the sharp silence in the room. Picking up the phone on my desk, calling the main office.

"Hi, can you send security into Mr. Smith's office-" The phone was snatched out of my hand and slammed onto my desk. " Is she your new slut" That was the first thing she said in English.

"Aurora, you're the only slut in this room, Olive is my personal assistant." He defended me, putting a smile on my face. The moment was ruined by the door being burst open by the security guards and Aurora being dragged away.

Of course not without a fight, she was kicking and screaming, it didn't help though. "Olive, amore, come here." ( love ) opening his arms waiting for me to walk over to him. walking over to Mr. Smith wrapping my arms around him, as he does so back.

"I'm so sorry you had to witness her '' Does he actually care about me? He was acting so cold this morning and on Friday. "It's fine, sir" trying to make sure he doesn't feel bad. " How about you pack up your stuff and go home to pack for the move tomorrow? Is that okay miele?" ( honey )

Pulling my head out from where it was snuggled in his chest and nodding. " Can you come with me and help me pack?" asking that question nervously. One part of me wants him to say yes to try and get to know him; the other part of him wants him to say no so he doesn't see my tiny apartment.

"Sure, but I have to finish up some work, so you can go get us some lunch at the café across the street. Can you get me a salad and a black coffee." Finally backing away from me and sitting down in his chair, but still looking at me.

Nodding my head walking to grab my bag, walking out of the office and the Smith Empire building all together.

-Skip to coming back to the Smith Empire Building-

Walking in to Mr. Smith's office "Mr. Smith I got you a Caesar Salad, plain black coffee, and I got you a little surprise." smiling to myself hoping he likes the surprise. placing down a medium sized box that held a Boston crème donut with chocolate icing on top.

Opening the box only slightly but he would still be able to see the donut. He didn't look happy nor did he look sad, almost emotionless. "Olive I am happy u tried to give me a gift but I can't eat that." That soft tone of voice from before and a hint of sadness in his voice.

"What do you mean you can't eat it?" my voice was laced with confusion and displeasure with his answer. "I'm highly allergic to dairy, that could've killed me." Guilt hits me like a truck, I basically just tried to kill my boss. Grabbing the box and throwing it in the trash next to his desk a bit aggressively.

"I'm so so so sorry" walking away from his desk towards mine sitting down starting to eat my Caesar Salad. "After we finish eating we're gonna leave, okay?" Just nodding in response not wanting to make anything worse.

"I need a verbal response, Olive." his tone went back to the one from Friday. I did something that made him angry. "Yes, sir" stuffing a bit more salad in my mouth.

"Before we need to set a few rules before you move in with me, okay?" he went back to the soft tone, smiling to myself. Maybe I didn't make him angry. " Okay" copying what he said to me.

"Get a piece of blank paper and a pen then sit right here." At the end he points to the chair directly across from him. Grabbing the things he asked me for and sitting in the chair. " As I tell you the rules you will write them down." He spoke slowly and softly making sure I understood. Getting ready to start writing as he starts talking

"Number 1: You will always call me sir and Mr. Smith in the Office

Number 2: You will obey my orders always unless your uncomfortable doing what I ordered

Number 3: You will have a verbally respond every time I speak to you

and more rules may be added so keep the paper somewhere you can see it." I think I can handle only three rules. "Are you ready to go to your apartment and start packing?" I forgot he was gonna help me. " Yes I'm ready" standing up from my seat and putting the paper on my desk.

Turning around noticing he wasn't sitting at his desk but standing at the office door. " Are we taking your car?" nervously stating, breaking the silence. He continues to stare at me for a few seconds, then just nods.

Walking out of the office together with everyone staring at us. I wonder if this happens to him every time he comes out of his office, does he not feel uncomfortable.

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Started: Tuesday 23, 2022 6:56

Finished: Tuesday 23, 2022 11:49