𝐍𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐈
It was bad enough working in a bakery with karens, but being an assistant is probably worse.
Working at Cyber Tech is like highschool all over again. Gossiping girls who point and laugh. I just have to navigate my way through the waters o...
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Walking into his building for the morning, I carry my coffee and his. He messaged me this morning saying he wanted a coffee, and since I'm his personal assistant, I have to listen.
I walk to his office, bypassing my desk, and knock on the door. He says 'come in' and I do.
I enter and stroll to his desk. "Here's your coffee, Mr. Croyso."
He grimaces. "Let's just stick with Rhys."
"Isn't that unprofessional?" My brows furrow.
"Is there anyone professional around?" I stare confused. "I don't think so. Just stick with Rhys." I shrug and sip on my drink. "What's my schedule for the day?"
"You have a meeting at twelve with Mr. Hale; At two, you have another meeting with Mr. Jacobs; at three, you have an appointment with the tailor, and you still have to prepare the charity gala next month. I tried to call and book city hall, but they refused." I roll my eyes at the thought.
"Why?"
"They wanted proof you were my boss. I guess some people try to use you to book the place for free." I mutter, looking down at the tablet in my hand.
"I'll call them later today." He says, and I nod. "Oh, I need those papers done today."
"Are you kidding?" I shoot my head up at him. "There's like a thousand pages to go through." I state.
"Would you rather I have given you the entire stack?" He quirks a brow at me in question.
"You split it?"
"I'm not incapable of doing my job, Naomi." My name sounds weird coming out of his mouth, but a warmth spreads through my chest.
I clear my throat. "I wasn't implying that." I take my coffee and the papers and spin on my heels.
I walk to my desk but freeze at the sight of it. Yellow, blue, and pink post-it notes are stuck all over my desk. When did he even have the time to do this?
They all repeat the same childish insults. I storm back up to his door. "Real funny. Real funny." I squint at him.
"I said you'd see. Now you know how funny I can really be." He shrugs, not even bothering to look up at me
"Mhm, we'll see. You, Rhys, have just declared war." I point a finger at him, even if he's not looking, and walk away, beginning to remove all the post-it notes covering my desk. They're even on the wall, and my computer, and my chair!
Prick.
Later in the day, Rhys is in a meeting with Mr. Jacobs. I have the perfect time to fulfill my revenge.
I snatch my ingredients from the bathrooms, sneaking out to his car. He's gonna be piiiiiissed.
I can't help but laugh as I spell out LOSER on the front of his car and IDIOT on the back using toilet paper that I soaked in water. I spell LAME on the side and ASS on the other. I hide the evidence before returning to my floor.
