I had some help

Eighteen

Instead of staying home, Alex decided to go into the office for a bit. She walked into her office, sat down at her desk, and opened her laptop to check her emails.

Among the usual messages, she noticed several from candidates interviewing to become her assistant. She opened the first one, reading through the applicant’s resume and cover letter. They had impressive credentials, and Alex made a note to schedule an interview.

As she sifted through the emails, she created a shortlist of candidates who stood out. Each email was meticulously reviewed, and Alex felt a sense of anticipation about finding the right person to join her team. She began to draft responses, proposing interview times and dates that fit within her schedule.

"Let's see," She murmured to herself, typing away, "if I can set up three interviews for next Tuesday, and another three on Wednesday, that should work."

She sent out the interview invitations, then leaned back in her chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Hiring a new assistant was a big step, and she wanted to ensure she found someone who was not only qualified but also a good fit for the team.

As she waited for the responses, Alex took a moment to reflect on the whirlwind of the past few weeks. From her spontaneous trip to see Bailey to now organizing her work life, she felt a sense of balance returning. Her thoughts wandered briefly to Bailey and their precious time together, and she smiled, feeling grateful for his unwavering support.

Just as she was about to dive into another batch of emails, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Bailey, asking how her flight was and wishing her a good day at work. Alex quickly replied, feeling a surge of warmth and motivation.

With renewed focus, she turned her attention back to her tasks, ready to tackle the day and the upcoming interviews. The future felt bright, and Alex was determined to make the most of every opportunity.

Alex went to visit Morgan and Hardy in their office. "Wanna go to the bar again?" She asked as she sat in one of their chairs.

Morgan looked over at Hardy, who nodded. "Sure." Morgan said with a shrug. "But there's a catch." Hardy said, a smirk on his face. "You have to sing one song with us here." Morgan nodded vigorously.

"Oh, come on, Michael, just drop it." Alex answered with a laugh.

"No, Alex, he has a point. We heard you at karaoke, and I grew up with you. Our duets fueled East Tennessee." Morgan said, sitting on Alex's lap.

Alex sighed, looking up at them and folding her arms over her chest. "What song?"

"We were wondering if you wanted to write one with us." Hardy said sheepishly.

"WHAT!" Alex yelled, shocked. "I just wanted to go to a bar, not write a whole song. I don't even know how." She said, freaking out.

Hardy shook his head. "You don't have to be a pro, it's just for fun. Unless it's good." He added with a laugh.

Alex rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Fine, but not right now, and I don't want Morgan to be there." She answered, smirking at Morgan.

"Ouch." Morgan said, grabbing his heart in mock hurt, putting more weight on Alex.

"Ow! We're gonna shit write you." Alex said, glaring at Morgan.

Morgan chuckled. "Alright, fair enough. I'll let you two have your secret songwriting session. But don't think you're off the hook for singing at the bar tonight."

"Deal," Alex said, standing up. "Now, let’s get going before we change our minds."

"Impossible." Michael mumbled before walking out the door.