Her Assistant

-CHAPTER TWELVE-

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-HER ASSISTANT-

"Little Olivia has been silent for a week now and it's driving me crazy. Is this what it feels like to go through a withdrawal?" Pierre mutters.

"I-I'm n-not sure sir." 

He hums, looking at himself in the mirror. "My motivation for everything has dissipated, I need a bottle of Jack." He says. It's nearly midnight and Pierre's schedule has been that of a busy one. He's managed to do all of his meetings just as he'd seen Olivia did, thanks to the tweets sent by her clients. And all of them are the best of the best. 

He's never doing an all-day of meetings again. He'd rather win a third-place medal before he does that again. Pierre exhaled and glanced at John who's standing to the side. They're still at the office. And of course, Pierre keeps a mirror inside of his office to remind himself of how handsome he is every day. Who would he be if he didn't.

Pierre stepped away from the mirror, heading over to his desk. He's absolutely bothered by the ball situation. Which is nearing as the days go by. He's yet to find someone to take and to be honest...it's messing with his mood on all levels. 

"A-are y-you okay sir?" John asks, standing in front of the desk. Pierre glanced up at him and studied the man. Pierre nods. 

"Just need a drink is all."

"We could g-go t-t-t-t-

Pierre arched a brow and sat back as he crossed his arms. "You know, I never asked about your stutter problem. Were you born like that or what?" 

John cleared his throat and shook his head. "No. I actually g-got h-hit in th-the throat wh-when..." He sighs, getting frustrated with his stutter. He always does. Sure, it got better over the years but, he wished he didn't have to live with it. 

"Take your time...keep it simple." John gave Pierre a long stare and quickly glanced at the floor to hide his blush. John began playing with his fingers and nodded. "So, you got hit when you were what?" Pierre restarts. 

"Playing soccer."

"Age?"

"S-seven...teen."

"Oh, so this was a bit recent." John nods. "I didn't know you play soccer, or well, played it."

"After the a-accident I s-s-stopped." 

"Oh...sorry to hear that."

John found it weird that Pierre is having a conversation with him. He'd usually shun him out with making cringe tweets against Olivia or just send him to do work. And if he does talk to him and he end up stuttering he'll just tell him to simply forget about it. 

So why now is it that Pierre is being...nice?

"It's fine."

It fell silent and for the first time John wished that the man wasn't this quiet and somewhat serious. 

"Well...I know who I'm going to be taking to the ball." 

"Really?"

He nods, getting up from his seat. Pierre set a hand on John's shoulder, a smile breaking his features to show off his smile. "My dearest sister. I heard that the duke lost his sister to cancer and would always dance to Mozart with her before she died, so...I'll touch his heart when he sees Sandra and I dancing at his ball. It'd be like a spark of remembrance for him. Nothing is stronger than the love of family." He explains, leading them out of the building. 

"That's actually a-a good i-idea." 

"Of course, it is and when Olivia sees him choose me instead of her, I'd make sure take a photo for you to see."

John chuckled lightly. "I l-look forward to it."

"Wish you could've joined to see if for yourself, but ah well, rules are rules I guess."

"Yeah...r-rules are r-ules."

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Olivia exhaled and undid a line. She'd been working nonstop due to Alexander's intense schedule change; however, she's nearly done. Just one more digital drawing and she'd be on to sketching. Olivia decided to take a break and get herself something to snack on. 

She's been at this for a week now. She's been checking twitter and all of her other socials but wouldn't interact. It actually brought her excitement seeing Pierre's constant posts about her not posting and how maybe she's scared. 

Quite the opposite. 

Another person she hasn't seen in a week...is Alexander Reyes. She's mostly been in the city for the remainder of things. Thinking of him made her remeber something quite important. Olivia closed her refridgerator door and shuffled back to the table with her chips and dips. She set them down, picking up her phone to call him. 

She took a seat and waited. It rang twice before he answered. "Hello?" Olivia exhaled heaviy when she remembered exactly how late it is. She clearly forgot. And the sound of his groggy voice indicated that he was probably asleep. 

"M-Mr.Reyes, I call at the worst times do I not?"

It was silent for a few seconds before she heard shuffling on the other side. "Is it work?" He asks. She felt bad for waking him.

"No, actually, this is about your paycheck. Why is it that you didn't remind me of that?"

Silence.

"Umm...I forgot." He answers simply. For some reason Olivia didn't believe that. 

"Huh, interesting. Well, I don't have your bank information but since it's late and you were asleep, I won't keep you up. We'll talk about it in the morning."

"I...don't have one."

Olivia glanced out to the city buildings and lights. "Okay, we'll make you one in the morning. I'll be there early."

"Okay."

"Goodnight Mr.Reyes, and I'll get rid of this late-night habit of mine."

"It's fine."

"Right, see you."

He hung up and Olivia followed after. The moment he did she went right to her room, deciding to finish her work tomorrow. Right now, she's in need of a release. Or maybe even multiple. It's another late-night habit she needs to get rid of. Touching herself at the thought of her assistant. 

"Fuck."

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