My Dirty Little Secret

Karmen's P.O.V.

My name is Karmen Stuart. I'm 21 and I work for the high powered, well-dressed, super hot Dawson Michaels at his business, Michael&Michael, Inc. His father started the place out of college and was the most powerful man in all of New York. Dawson had the company passed down to him at the age of 19. Where Dawson is sharp-dressed in his usual black suit, red tie, and, oddly enough, black converse, I'm not so admirable in my dark jeans, band tees, and red converse. His hair is slightly spiked on the top of his head and my hair falls over one eye. So, we aren't exactly ideal around one another but I'm his assistant so I have no choice. We are acquainted with one another but that's about it. Although I know a great deal about him because of his position, I doubt he knows anything about me. But enough of this, allow me to show you my life.

Monday morning. I roll out of bed with a groan. I hate Monday's, especially Monday mornings. I walk into my bathroom and look at my reflection. My curly brown hair is ruffled and my clothes are twisted. I sigh and climb into the shower. Once I've finished with my shower, I put on my usual attire and comb through my hair. I walk into the kitchen and fix a mug of coffee then head to the office.

I walk in the front doors and get into the elevator at the same time as Dawson.

"Morning, Karmen." He greets smiling.

"Morning." I say returning his smile. We ride in silence until we are almost up.

"Did you get that project for the meeting today?" Dawson asks.
"Yes. It's right here." I say holding out the folder in my hand. He smiles and nods.

"That's why you're my girl." He says as he gets off the elevator. So, he can be a jerk to get his way in the business world but he's very nice to me. We aren't exactly friends, though. I follow suit and walk to my desk in the corner of Dawson's office. I sit down and turn on my computer. I begin my work then hear the office door open. In walks Dawson's girlfriend, Lina. He smiles and stands up to greet her. She's ideal for a guy like him with her short dresses and long blonde hair. Her face is always caked in makeup and she is always clinging onto Dawson's arm.

"Hey, sweetie." She says as he kisses her cheek.

"What's up, baby." He says smiling. Lina freezes and shoots him a look. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion just like Dawson.

"What was that?" She asks.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"'What's up, baby?' That makes you sound like some hoodlum." She says putting air quotes around what he said.

"Sorry?" He says but sounds more like a question.

"Are you taking your career seriously? We have this party tonight and you can't go around asking people 'what's up'." She says narrowing her eyes at him.

"Sorry but I'm not perfect, sweetheart." He says and I can hear the annoyance in his voice.

"No, you're not, but your brother is." She snaps. I hold back a gasp when she says that. Dawson and his brother, Daniel, don't get along at all. Daniel is the oldest but he wasn't responsible enough for the company so their father gave it to Dawson on his death bed. Dawson wasn't at all prepared for it at the age of 19. He's 22 now, a year older than me, and this company means a lot to him. When someone mentions his imperfections in the same sentence as his brothers 'perfections', he gets pretty upset about it.

"So, why don't you go ask him to take you to the party because I'm not." Dawson snaps back and takes a step away from her. She looks taken aback.