My Darkest Light

|4| Tough Day

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As I stand in the shower under the warm water, I can't help but think about what the day ahead holds. Yesterday, I hired that aggravating country girl who's everywhere I go basically.

I had no intention of hiring her at first but a new thought came to mind. Why not, have her sign a contract to be stuck as my assistant for the whole year. The best part about it, I can make her do endless amounts of things.

This thought almost makes me smile, knowing that her first day of work is today. It's her fault honestly. This is why you should read a contract fully before signing it.

Once I'm done showering, I get dressed in a black suit. I don't ever wear a tie or anything unless it's for an important meeting or event. I could honestly care less about wearing a tie in my own damn building.

I walk into my kitchen, where my house cook is plating my breakfast. She smiles one of those motherly smiles, setting my plate in front me on the counter island.

Lisa is a petite older lady, with short gray hair. She has been working for me ever since I bought this house seven years ago. She's the only personal cook, besides the one my parents have, that I've ever had and that I'll probably ever need. She's nice and works hard, which I respect.

I couldn't fire her if I wanted to anyways. Her and my mom get along very well. Though, it's not hard for my mom to get along people. I sure can't say the same thing about my dad.

"Good morning, Mr. Sterling," she says, in her usual polite voice.

I've told her many times before to call me Dante. She's the only other person I prefer to call me by my first name besides my mom.

"I told you to call me Dante," I say evenly, shoving a spoonful of eggs in my mouth.

She waves me off. "I know but I think it's more respectful to call you by your last name, since technically you're my boss," she walks over to start washing the dishes.

"That doesn't mean-," I stop short of what I was going to say. The look she's giving me says not to argue. Even though I'm her boss, she still scolds me.

I don't argue further and finish up my breakfast. I check my watch, realizing I need to get to work. Today's, going to be a lot more interesting than usual.

I leave my house, getting in my car to head to my company. When I arrive, I go in, passing by all my employees as they bid me a good morning. When I reach my floor, I go to my office and take a seat behind my desk. I check the time on my watch, it reading almost eight o'clock. She should be here soon.

She put down her contact information when she signed up for the job interview. Naturally, I had my secretary email her all the details for today. One, being for her to show up at eight o'clock sharp.

However, there's a knock on my office door a minute after eight. I call for the person to come in, already assuming it's her.

She opens the door and walks in. I don't know why but I take a moment to look over her outfit. She's wearing a beige colored skirt, with a white blouse. Her mop of curly hair is pulled back into a bun.