𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 // 𝙇. 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣

𝐂𝐇. 𝟐: 𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝟏, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

You typed on the computer, sipping your tea as you faxed statistical charts over to the different offices. So far, you loved your job, but it came with more than just delivering coffee and sending people to the boss' office.

You were Mr. Ackerman's personal assistant as well, and whenever the light blinked on the phone under the words 'boss office', you stood up, fixed your skirt, and hauled ass onto the elevator to pertain to Mr. Ackerman's every need, whether it was big or small.

While you were typing on the computer, a woman was walking towards the front desk, an emerald-cut, 14-carat Jean Dousset wedding ring gleaming on her left ring finger.

The woman's amber-colored eyes searched around the lobby, looking for the secretary. Once her eyes settled on you, she was shocked. Shocked at the fact that you looked so young and...glamorous.

"Um, excuse me," the woman muttered meekly, ringing the desk bell shortly after. You looked up at her and glanced down at the ring on her finger before speaking.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" You asked, unbeknownst to you, the woman in front of you stiffening at your voice. The woman couldn't deny it, your voice was very hypnotizing, and a small, minuscule part of her brain worried about it.

She cleared her throat. "I'm Mrs. Petra Ackerman, I'm here to see my husband," she spoke semi-confidently like she was trying to prove something.

You smiled and nodded, pressing the 'boss office' button to page Mr. Ackerman. Levi happened to be in his office, discussing a business plan in dealing with another corporation with his associates.

"Next week's meeting, we're discussing-" the CEO's sentence was cut off by the robotic, buzzing noise coming from the phone on his desk. He leaned over, seeing the button under the words 'front desk' flashing orange. He pressed the bottom to answer and held the speaker button.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Ackerman, but your wife is here to see you. Should I send her up or would you prefer to come down and meet her?" You asked.

"Oh, I'll just go u-" Mrs. Ackerman tried to interject, but was cut off by her husband speaking abruptly.

"I'll be down in a moment," the phone clicked off, and Mrs. Ackerman looked down at the phone, slightly shrinking back, as she was a bit butthurt her husband didn't want her in the office.

"Mr. Ackerman should be down here momentarily, for now, you can take a seat in the lobby. Would you like any coffee or tea?" You asked as Mrs. Ackerman walked over and sat down and sat in one of the leather upholstered seats, placing her purse on the small coffee table.

"Oh! n-no thank you," she mumbled shifting in her seat. There was an awkward amount of silence, at least on Mrs. Ackerman's end. She found herself, taking little glances at you, trying to figure you out.

More so who her businessman husband would be around.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to ask, and I know women don't typically say their ages, but I was wondering how old you were. You look so young to be a secretary," you ceased typing and leaned slightly forward on your elbows, a cool grin on your face.