The Assistant

Part 1:

Dua Lipa x Female Reader
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Word Count: 1.8k

The loud noise of your alarm awoke you quickly for your first day at your new job as an assistant. You groaned and sat up as you turned off your alarm clock, sitting up while doing so. You looked out the window of the apartment you were currently living in, where over time it had gotten messier and messier as you didn't feel the need to pick up after yourself since it was going to get dirty anyway. Forcing your way out of bed, you mindlessly found your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower as you grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste to brush your teeth. When you were finished, you quickly peeled off your sleep shirt and bottoms and jumped into the semi-warm water.

You washed away what felt like weeks of gunk but was only a day. The warm water flooded your senses as it dropped through your hair and down your back. You got out of the shower, dried off, and did your routine as normal till a text popped up on the screen of your phone. It was from an unknown number so you lifted the phone to your face, unlocking it to view the message. It read "On your way to work today, please pick up the 4 coffees I ordered from the coffee shop off of 46th Street." You squinted as you read the message, assuming it was from your new boss, Dua Lipa. You got hired with the help of your friend who happened to work on the same floor as Dua so he heard firsthand that Dua needed a new assistant and who better than you? You have never met Dua but you already knew who she was since she was the Ceo of the biggest perfume company in the country. You finished getting ready, pulling on brown suit pants, a white button-up shirt that was freshly ironed along with black heels and gold jewelry to accessorize.

You finally left at around 7:25 since you had to pick up the coffee and get to work by 8:00 while also beating the city traffic. Eventually, you found the coffee shop Dua was referring to and you pulled into the driveway. You told the worker you had a mobile order for Dua Lipa and he quickly gave you the carrier full of the four coffees as if this was a regular basis thing, but it most likely was since Dua had many assistants before you. You thanked him before driving away towards your work. You felt the nerves kick in as you pulled into the massive parking lot for your new job. You looked around for a parking spot and you got a glimpse of a black slick Mercedes that was in the parking spot marked "reserved for CEO". You chuckled and shook your head as you drove past, having to settle for a spot in the back.

You found your way inside the building, carrying the coffee in one hand and your badge in the other as you frantically looked around for a map of the building to find the floor you were supposed to be on. You must've looked obviously lost as a woman with short brown hair approached you.

"You must be Dua's new assistant, we've been expecting you y/n." She said as she took the coffee out of your hand.

"Oh, I am... How did you know my name?" You tilt your head slightly as you let her guide you into the nearest elevator, assumingly bringing you to your destination.

"Oh, we all here know who the new assistant is before the assistant knows who they are." She says so nonchalantly as if it were normal.

"Does Mrs. Dua have a lot of assistants?"

"Had." She corrected. "It's kind of her thing to hire and fire assistants so quickly... We all placed our bets on how long you'll last." She says with a little laugh but it was quickly interrupted by the elevator doors opening with a ding, leading you guys to the floor that you were supposed to be on.

"Here's your spot. Dua is expecting you in her office, every morning you have to check in with her before you start your day, you got that?"

She says as she shoves the coffee back in your hands. Without you even responding she pushes you out of the elevator and the doors close behind you, leaving you in your thoughts. You noticed the sign at the end of the hallway that marked "Ceo" so you shuffled over to the door and knocked ever so gently with your free hand.