𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

21

I was trying to finish up the orders when I heard yelling from down the hallway, Spencer. 

Who got his panties in a twist this morning?

Realistically speaking, probably me.

His door slammed shut and I let my curiosity get the best of me and I stood at the small opening in the door to see Lorenzo, storming out with his hands shoved in his pockets. 

I debated between letting him cool down but before my mind could react,"Hey!" I called to him as he dashed by my door, looking pissed.

He turned around and looked, cocking his eyebrow at me.

Whatever happened in there put his panties in a twist too, great.

I hesitated, "Are you okay? I could hear the yelling and stuff, just wanted to see if you were okay." 

He pressed his lips into a fine line, "Just Spencer being Spencer, really. Blows up on anyone when something's bothering him."

After he completed his statement, Tiffany walked right by us with her head high and her cologne strong as ever, straight into his office.

"And there he goes calling for his fleshlight. I suggest you to leave for lunch early because it's not gonna sound cute."

I raised an eyebrow.. "Wait.. their not gonna.." 

"Do you wanna stick around and find out or do you want to have lunch with me? There's this restaurant down the street my friend owns."

"I would love to but he left me a bunch of work he needs by the end of the day and I'm literally nowhere." 

"Forty-five minutes will not kill you. I can assure you that. Plus, everyone is taking their lunch break right now." He reasoned. 

I thought about it.. well, it is true.. everyone has gone on their break.

"Fine but your paying." I turned, shoving my phone into my bag picking it up, walking to Lorenzo and closing the door.

"You ready?" I nodded as we walked to the elevator. 

"So, how'd you meet Spencer?"

He chuckled, "I moved from Trinidad when I was about 6 or 7 and I was shy as fuck. Kid you not, I didn't speak to any person at school or the local church for months. There was this local park close to where I lived, probably a few blocks away. It wasn't that popular because where I lived at the time wasn't safe for some kid to be by himself but eitherway, everyday when I was done with my homework, I'd go out to that park and swing on the rusty ass swing all by myself with no kids around me. Anyways, one day I went out as usual and imagine I see some white kid on the swing I always was on." 

I giggled, "So what did you do?"

"I asked him to get off my swing and he said, 'Make me.' So I pushed him off and he pushed me back then we started fighting and eventually he stopped and were sitting in dirt and he mumbled, 'you can have the swing as long as you're my friend.'"

I sipped on my iced lemonade and smiled, "That's a cute story." 

"It isn't. To this day, I still believe he shouldn't of touched my swing. I mean, I was always there and imagine some kid shows up and starts puffing up his chest." He rolled his eyes and continued to eat. 

"Anyways, what about you?" He asked, putting down his fork looking at me. 

"What about me?" I asked back. 

"Give me a story, about you and your best friend."

I sighed, "It's embarrassing."

"Ok and?"

I gulped a little of my tea down and began to speak, "When I got the email that I was hired, my best friend, Deb, said we should make cinnamon rolls like we usually did in the past to celebrate. I agreed because I lowkey missed baking. We dressed up and she put me in the most, scandalous shit ever. It was this crop top, with a mini skirt and boots - I have a picture, hold on."

I took out my phone and scrolled up, to find a decent picture of me wearing the outfit to show. He looked at the phone, back at me, and back to the phone again. 

"Work you and going out you are two different people. Anyways, continue." He commented, sliding my phone back to me. 

"Yeah so we went to the supermarket, looking sexy as fuck by the way. Imagine I'm here looking at butters in the aisle and guess who I fucking see when I turn around."

"Who?"

"Spencer fucking Matthews, the guy who just hired me and Deb fucking calls to this guy and is like, 'Hey, this is my friend. Your new personal assistant. Like what you see?' I wanted the earth to swallow me whole."

By this time I finished my sentence, Lorenzo is dying of laughter while I'm cringing at the memory. 

"Stop. That shit was not funny. I was debating on quitting before I even started. I'm telling you that's why Spencer took the swing from you." 

"That's why your best friend called to your boss." He shot back. 

Then my work phone rang. I took it out of my bag to see Spencer calling. Showing Lorenzo the screen, I sighed as I answered it putting it on speaker.

"Good afternoon, sir."

"Mrs. Andrews, have you completed the assignments I gave you?" He quickly cut me.

"No, sir. I'm on my lunch-"

"And did I give you permission to go on your lunch break?" 

I stayed silent for a few seconds, "Sir, it's my lunch time and-"

"And, I gave you shit to do. So-"

I heard him grunt in the background with whispers in the background, "-You do what I tell you. So get your ass back to the office and complete the shit I instructed you to do." He hung up before I said anything.

I sighed as I felt Lorenzo's sympathetic gaze on me as I shut my phone off. 

"I guess I better get going." I said as I put my belongings in my bag, getting up. "I'll make it up to you a next time. I'm sorry." 

And back to the devil's den I go. 

hi everyone! so i know its been over a YEAR but i'm sooo back with a bunch of new ideas and stuff so stay tuned! 

(i wont abandon you guys again i hope)