The Billionaire's Assistant

Chapter 3- Letter to Hell

" No," I whispered and turned to the lecturer who was looking at me with confusion in his eyes.

" What's wrong Katy?" He asked,

" Sir, I can go anywhere, anywhere but here, is there nothing you can do for me? Take me to any other company but I don't want to do my internship here, this company doesn't benefit my career in any way, I'm a student of music, so why would they send me here?" I asked him in confusion. It just didn't make sense, of all places in the world, this must have been a terrible mistake.

" Katy you know I don't make the decisions concerning this type of matter, all I do is hand out the letters, so I don't have an answer to any of your questions,"  Was that supposed to make me feel better?

" Who's in charge of this? I need something done about this as soon as possible, I can't accept this, I can't accept this letter, accepting this is like dying," I said, looking at the letter as if I should tear it.

" Why do you sound so frightened Katy? I don't think it's such a bad place," He didn't know what he was talking about.

" Please who's in charge I need to speak to him or her, all I know is that nothing is taking me here," I said as I put the letter back into the envelope.

" You have to calm down, you can't go to the Dean's office looking like this," So it was the Dean? That was all I needed.

" Thank you, sir," I said before I quickly rushed out of his office making my way to the Dean's office.

" Hey, Katherine, have you…"

" Not now Scarlett let's talk later," I said as I rushed past her without sparing her a glance.

I was pissed right now and I didn't want to transfer aggression to anyone.

When I reached the Dean's office I had to patiently wait for the people in there to come out, I kept running my fingers through my hair to calm myself but nothing it wasn't working, it only made me more anxious. What if there wasn't any other option and I was forced to go there?

As soon as the people came out I rushed into the office without letting them close the door. The Dean looked at me with a raised brow wondering why I looked like I had seen a ghost. My present condition was worse than just seeing a ghost. I felt like I had been given a letter to go do my internship in hell.

" Good day sir," I greeted and his response was to give me a simple hum.

" Miss Westbrook, what brings you to my office?" He asked as he lowered his glasses to look at me.

" This Sir," I said as I showed him the envelope.

" What about that?" He asked. I opened the envelope and brought out the letter as I dropped it on his table. He picked the letter as he quickly scanned through it then he looked at me as if asking 'So what do you want me to do?'

" I don't want to do my internship in that company Sir,"

" Miss Westbrook, you do know a lot of students would be happy to be in your position right now,"

" Then give them my letter Sir, you can give them that company but I don't want to go there,"

" Miss Westbrook, being a Dean is a very serious job and I've got a lot of things to do, as for this letter there's nothing I can do for you, it has already been decided," He said,

" But sir my internship year is supposed to be to my benefit as a music student, I don't see how doing my internship here would benefit me in any way,"

"You'll never know until you try," I don't want to try…I wanted to say but the look in the Dean's eyes told me no matter how long I argued nothing would be done for me, there wasn't a way out. I was indeed going to hell.

I took my sorrowful self as I walked out of the Dean's office feeling depressed.

I looked at the letter in front of me and I could already see one year of living in hell. My legs felt so heavy that I had to drag myself.

When I reached my car I opened the door and got in then I angrily threw the envelope in the back seat of the car.

I drove home with my mind clouded, I didn't know what to do, so many thoughts were swimming through my head.

I parked my car outside and grudgingly walked to the door then opened it and walked in. Eddy was in the sitting room watching TV, he decided to give himself a vacation, he called it graduation vacation, his words not mine.

" Hey…" He said with a smile but his smile dropped when he saw my face as he quickly got up and rushed to me.

" Hey, what happened? Why do you look so sad?" He asked as he took my hand and led me to the couch.

" What's wrong? Talk to me," He pushed when I refused to say anything and just kept my head down.

Instead of speaking, I just handed him the envelope.

" What's this? Your internship letter?" He asked and I nodded as I quietly heard him opening the envelope.

The way the room suddenly became silent told me he had seen what fate that letter held.

" They can't be serious, there's no way in hell you're going there, I won't allow it,"