His Assistant

One

Ariana POV

I walked down the hall with my iPad on my hip catching everyone's attention. My eyes landed on my boss's door and I counted.

"1...2...3-

The door opens revealing another shameless gold-digging model walking out of his office fixing her short skirt and blouse. I walked to her.

"Hm, another one this week," I spoke and she was shocked at my sudden presence.

"Excuse me?" The woman spoke.

"No time for chitchat, please sign this NDA. As you may know, Mr. Brown does not date or be involved with any woman. This is safety for him and you. This is just a quick agreement of not popping up in his office or his life. An agreement of never talking to him again. If you however refuse to not sign he'll just get a restraining order and since you are a model, a restraining order wouldn't be good with your image." I spoke and she was shocked and I handed her the pen.

"You should be ashamed of yourself for indulging in his behavior like this! What kind of woman encourages a man to treat women as if they are a fluke." The model scoffed.

"I'm just doing my job and ma'am let's not get ahold of ourselves. You wouldn't be caught dead with Mr. Brown if he wasn't a trillionaire let alone the most influential person in the world. To add on I'm not the one sleeping with another guy while my fiancé is working." I winked and she gasped. "As I said, sign the NDA I have better things to do rather than argue with a whore model about what's right and wrong and god knows you have no right saying a thing," I spoke and she was shocked. She snatched the pen, signed it, and then stormed off. I sighed and I walked inside my boss's office shutting the door.

"Miss. Grande, you are two minutes late than normally." My boss spoke not looking up as he was writing paperwork.

"Sorry, I got held up by a model who couldn't sign a contract without throwing a hissy fit," I spoke and he chuckled softly. "What's this? The twelfth girl this week and it's only Wednesday." I spoke. "I think I'm going to have to print more NDA contracts," I spoke and he sighed rubbing his hair.

"This week has been stressful and I needed to blow off some steam." My boss spoke. He finally looks at me with a smug grin. "Does it bother you?" He asked.

"I've dealt with this for three years I don't care about your sex life as long as I'm getting paid we are good," I spoke and he looked at me for a bit. "So, get presentable sir you have a meeting in ten. I would hate to have to threaten TMZ because you are in the headlines about something scandalous again." I spoke and he chuckled.

"What do you have in mind?" My boss asked.

"That suit isn't going to do You have lipstick stains on the collar already and it's 10 in the morning," I spoke I walked to his office walk-in closet and opened the door turning the lights on I grabbed one of his suits and I walked to my boss. "Change," I spoke and he sighed as he set the suit on the desk and stood up unloosening his tie.

"You are so bossy, sometimes I wonder are you the boss or am I?" My boss asked.

"We are on a tight schedule today, I have no time for your games," I spoke sternly and he rolled his eyes.

"You are the one standing here; would you like me to get dressed in front of you? I know my body is beautiful, but I didn't expect you to be a peeping Tom." My boss smirks and I wasn't expecting that remark. My cheeks redden. This is my boss Christopher Brown, the richest person man in the world with a net worth of twenty trillion dollars. He's a very hard worker and he never gives him time to have fun. He's a strict and particular person. If things don't go his way he won't waste his time perfecting it he'll simply get rid of it and get a new one. That's how powerful he is.