If It's Meant to Be, It Will Be.

Chapter 7

"Where are the ties I ordered?" I asked, Mark, one of the staff in-charge with the clothes for the shoot, for the twentieth time today.

"Miss Wilson I'm sorry but it will be delivered by your temporary secretary." He kept looking around, checking his phone and if you were very observant you'd notice the beads of sweat forming on his nose.

"Then where and who the bloody hell is she?" I was starting to get annoyed with whoever this temporary secretary was.

I was informed I was getting a temporary secretary since Sophia was going to take a maternal leave already.

As much as I didn't want too, I had to let her because according to her she wouldn't want to take a leave as well if only there were no dangers for her giving birth, I mean there are always dangers in giving birth, but with her it's a different kind of danger.

I wouldn't know though because I haven't been pregnant ever.

Anyway, this morning I was informed I was getting a temporary secretary and they told me about that at around 7 am and it was freaking 11:30 pm already and the ties along with the boots and cardigans I ordered a few hours ago still aren't here.

I sat on my chair, tapping my fingers impatiently on my desk as I look at the staff talking among themselves in the corner quietly.

"If this secretary whoever she is would be the reason why my article wouldn't be published in this issue I swear I'll make her life here a living hell." I hear Mandy one of Mark's co-staff mutter a bit to loudly.

I hear her gasp as she looked at me the looked down as she caught me staring.

I find it amusing every time they think I'd fire them for such small problems like this one, I wouldn't except if I get really pissed I really wouldn't publish their article.

The door to my office opens revealing a panting Brooke with eight big shopping bags on her arms, a venti cup of starbucks on her right hand and a box on her left.

"I'm so so sorry for getting these late I was only informed about being your secretary two hours ago and I only got your texts an hour ago." She explains as Mark, Daena and Mandy take the shopping bags and box from her and starts unloading it.

"Uhm, Miss Wilson?" I shook my head as I realized I was probably gaping at her. "I'm sorry, what? You? My secretary?"

Brooke nodded her head slowly as if trying to see if I was going to kick her out of the office for being just Brooke the ex-fiancé of Alexander.

"Can you three please excuse us for a minute?" I tell Mark, Daena and Mandy as I stood up from my seat.

They all nodded their heads vigorously and excused themselves out.

"You're my secretary?" I ask her again once I was sure they were all gone.

She nods her head in reply.

"But aren't you a model here?"

"I am but I also applied for another job here. It's basically anything I'm qualified for and whatever they'll offer me and just two hours ago I was offered this job." She puts the venti cup of starbucks on my desk and smiles sheepishly.

This girl who I dislike for being just her is going to be my secretary for the next eight months, well damn.

"Alright well tell the three to take a break. And as for you, uh, Brooke please kindly take all my calls and check my e-mails to see if there are any new invitations, and if there are just write the event, time and place then put it on my desk and could you please pick up my order from at 12 you can take your break. Oh and can you please pick up my lunch from St. Anselm? Thank you that would be all." I give her a small smile as I opened my laptop.