His Personal Assistent

chapter 2

It was friday afternoon and I was sitting in my office answering mails from my boss. I sighed and put my head on the desk. This job was so fucking boring. Oh my god. Although I'm glad I got the job. Otherwise I would be probably homeless. My Boss wasn't to find since I started working 3 month ago. He either locks himself up in his office or he goes on work trips. I mean I won't say that that's bad. Nobody comments on my work or bosses me around. I thought Mr. Sanchez is one of the people who wants his coffe brought every morning at point 7. Luckily he doesn't care about my work. 

"Ms. Bianchi?", I quickly looked up after I heard a deep voice call my name. No one other than my boss was standing right in front of me. "Are you alright?" After a moment of shock I quickly answered:"Yeah I'm sorry I just have a bad headache." He looked at me a little worried but decided to let it go. "I have a business trip to New York next week, I want you to come with me. I'll send you a driver who will pick you up at 6. For today you're dismissed." I was staring at him quite overwhelmed trying to progress what he just said. In the past 3 month we didn't say a word to each other and now we're going a trip to New York together. "I know next week is Chrismas and you want to see your family but this trip is very important for the future of the company." Oh Chrismas. Absoulutely forgot it. "It's okay. Chrismas isn't very important for me." I gave him a light smile. He looked me up and down "Alright see you on monday." 

After I came  home I quickly started packing. My whole one- bedroom appartement was a big mess. I didn't had the time to move out yet but it was absolutely necessary. My new job pays me well enough for something more big and more luxury than that shit I'm living in. I was never rich but this was humiliating. The windows were leaky and my whole bathroom was moldy and it was always a little smelly. Absolutely disgusting. After searching my suitcase for a whole hour I finally found it under a big stack of dirty clothes. I wished away the dust and started coughing. Wow.That was more than expected.  After cleaning I started putting my clothes together and searching for socks and underwear. It's only a week so I won't need that much. Two jeans, a skirt, four t-shirts, three sweathers I guess and some sweatpans. I probably need a dress incase we go out for dinner. Finally I put in my make-up bag and my toothbrush. Finished, I thought. A look in my fridge approved the thought of instant noodles for dinner. I sighed. The last three weeks was that my only real meal besides sandwiches and some snacks. I looked in the mirror. I definitly need to loose a little weight. Since I moved to LA I gained a couple pounds which crushed my already low self esteem a little more. While eating I put on a TV show on Netflix. 

I woke up to my alarm ringing at 4.30am Shit. I must have fallen asleep yesterday. While turning off my TV I quickly checked my messages. Nothing special. I'm getting picked up at 6 so I've still got some time left. After quickly changing into some sweatpants and an old shirt I did some light make-up and made my hair in a bun.  Shit. Shit. Shit. I forgot to change my phone. 26% left. And I don't know where I put my charger. I searched for what felt like hours. 5.55am. Fuck Fuck Fuck. I actually searched for hours

. Finally I found it behind my couch.  I definitly need to tidy my appartement. After rushing to find my shoes and keys I finally left my "home". Outside was a black Mercedes waiting for me. As soon as the driver saw me he took my suitcase and opened the door for me "Thank you." I said he just nodded in my direction. The drive to the airpot took about 45minutes. As we arrived Mr. Sanchez was already waiting. "Had a good drive?" He asked as soon I left the car. "Yes thank you." I replied. "When does our flight start? There is none on the information board." "Private flights don't show up there." he said like it wasn't a big deal. "Private flight? I asked a little suprised before I reminded myself that I'm travelling with a billionaire. "Yeah sure." He gave me a smile amused by my surprise. "Are you hungry?" "A little. I didn't have the time to make breakfast." I responded. He looked at me "Let's go and get some. There's a good bakery. They make the best croissants." 

After eating we went through a door on the side of our terminal. "We don't have to go through security." Mr. Sanchez  said in my direction. I gave him a nod back. Behind another door was a short hallway. After walking around a corner. we went out to the airplane. "Fancy." I mumbled quietly. "You think?" Mr. Sanchez looked at me amused. 

A stewardess was standing near the entrence. "Good morning Sir. I hope you are doing well." She  said with an evil fake smile. I already don't like her. Mr. Sanchez looked in my direction again with an amused look on his face. I guess he knows what I'm thinking. "Good thanks." Even if I don't like him I must admit he is damn attractive. "Follow me in the plane please." The stewardess said friendly to Mr. Sanchez giving me a bitch blick right after. Was that really necessary?  As soon as we were sitting the plane started rolling. I hope the flight will be chill and the stewardess doesn't make a drama. I plan on sleeping the next 5 hours.

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