𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

9

It had been a few hours since I fully settled in the office but no one had gave me anything to do. I thought Gloria would give me something to do to pass the time but she didn't come back up since she went back down and I hated being idle. I decided that I would go downstairs to see if I could assist with anything until I had official office work to do.

I went down using the elevator and as soon as the elevator had opened, I heard people speaking and there was a mixture of strong cologne along with baked goods. I peeked my head out of the elevator to see Mr. Matthews, Gloria and a ginger speaking with some men in suits. Curiosity had led me to stepping out of the elevator attentively trying to read there lips to understand what they were saying. I was probably standing there for about 5 minutes until the men had ended the conversation with a handshake and if anything if my eyes weren't mistaken, Mr. Matthews' had hesitated to stretch forth his hand. Right after, they had left and Mr. Matthews, Gloria and the ginger lady had gone into a conversation. 

Even though I wanted to know what was happening, curiosity kills the cat and I wasn't about to intervene which led me back in my office, bored as fuck. 

I threw my head back and sighed, I wanted to die from boredom. This really wasn't for me. 

Until I heard a knock at the door and I quickly straightened my myself to try and look as acceptable as possible. 

I looked in my phone camera to see if my hair was cooperating with me at the moment and wasn't frizzing up making me look homeless and thankfully I wasn't.

Okay, I'm ready.

"You can come in!" I yelled and acted like I was doing something productive on my phone. 

The door had slowly opened and a head had peaked through the door.

"You can stop acting like your doing something productive now." Deb said peeking her head out of the door and I relaxed in my seat.

"God man, you scared me." I threw my head back in my seat and put my phone on the desk harder that what I had expected then covered my face with both of my hands.

She stepped in the room and shut the door and I heard her approach my desk which led me to uncover my face, taking a seat on my desk. 

I saw her take one of the pastries from the plate which I hadn't touched and take a large bite from it. She moaned and looked back at me.

"I think I just had an orgasm from that croissant." She joked.

"Your overreacting, it can't be that good."

She put the croissant to my mouth and looked me dead in the eye.

"Deb, you can't be serious. C'mon, you don't need to do this-"

Still looking me dead in the eye, she shoved it closer to my mouth. Looking at her, I hesitantly took a bite and I felt the sticky sweet cinnamon glaze on my tongue. She was right, this shit really has the ability to give you a mind orgasm. 

Before I had time to comment, a knock was on my door. "Come in." I said a bit louder than I'd expected. 

She door had been pushed open to reveal the ginger from earlier, but this time instead of having a pleasant smile on her face, she had a disgusted look. I noticed that Deb had started glaring at her as soon as her attitude wasn't pleasant as it should be, especially considering her job position. 

"Uh, can I help you miss?" I said, trying to stop this tension from growing even more than it already was.

"Mr. Matthews want to see you. He wants to see you in 15 so don't be late." She glared at me. 

Turning to Deb, who was glaring at her and her right back at her back spat, "You shouldn't sit on the furniture, our money had bought it and if you break you, you pay for it. I suggest you leaving the building immediately or I'll have to call security since your going to disrupt the peaceful state of this floor." 

Before I had a chance to reach, Deborah scoffed. "You're fuckin' funny. You waltz in here with a shit attitude, first off. You don't even greet your superior in a formal manner and you threaten me, a guest? Threatening me for sitting on a table and your counter measure is to kick me out of the building that isn't even yours?" By this time, Deborah was standing and glaring down at her. 

Even though the height difference wasn't that significant, the way Deborah was glaring at her must of made her smaller than she actually was. I saw her swallow a lump in her throat, maintaining eye contact with Deborah. To me, this felt more like sexual tension than actual hate tension. 

"Well, are you going to address her properly or am I going to have to make you do it myself?" Deb calmly asked with her shoulders relaxing. 

She walked up to me, with some emotion on her face I couldn't make out, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Andrews. Mr. Matthews has requested to speak to you in 15 minutes time to discuss some information with you." 

"Oh, well thanks. And your name is?"

"Tiffany Mayfield."

If only her personality was pretty as her name. 

"See, that wasn't so hard. Now, get out of my face." Deb glared, and Tiffany immediately took her leave. 

I wasn't unfamiliar with Deborah but this felt like something else, there was a whole different reason to the attitude change.

"Well, I'm going to leave you to it. Remember Mr. Matthews want to see you." She smiled at me and left quickly.

Yeah, something is most definitely wrong with her.