Professionally Perfect

Chapter 16

Kimberly.

Although it was my idea, I could not believe I was allowing Gracey to do my job today. Of course, she wouldn't be doing every single little thing, there were some things she couldn't see, but it did mean I could pass the boring crap over to her. I'll admit, I was high maintenance and snobby when it came to my clothes, but it did not take me twenty minutes to pick out an outfit for work, which was exactly how long Grace had been standing, staring into my closet. Once I finished pulling on my black turtleneck I stomped over to Grace and picked out the first outfit I knew would suit her body shape.

Grace looked at the deep red shirt with a hint of disgust. "Be glad I didn't give you a skirt and heels."

She scoffed. "As if I'd wear it." I chose to ignore her, not particularly feeling an argument this morning. "Why do you have so many clothes?"

"If you knew me, you'd know I've been a clothes lover since we shared baths." I didn't wait for her response. "Red flats and a matching red bag in the other closet, meet me downstairs in five."

I left, not needing her to agree. She'd do it if she wanted me to dye her hair for her later tonight. "Good morning, sunshine." A familiar voice chimed as I entered the kitchen. He stalked over to me, my bag in hand, planting a soft kiss on my lips before handing it over. I needed to take out some papers which Grace needed to keep for the day. If she thought my job was so easy, she could carry the heavier bag today.

Robert was leaning against the kitchen island, a piece of toast in one hand, his phone in the other. He was dressed perfectly as usual in his perfectly fitted grey suit. He reached forward, pressing the buttery toast up against my lips. My eyes flicked to his, he had a teasing look written across his face. I took a bite.

"I'm here, what now?" Grace was one of the grumpiest morning people I had ever known. Such a delight.

I looked down at my phone. "You are seven minutes off schedule." She shot me a goofy face in response, continuing to prove she was not taking me seriously. Did I end up being late quite often? Yes. Did she need to know that? No. I took the papers off the table and held them out to her. "Once you get in, you need to input these numbers for Winter's L.T.D."

"Okay, seven minutes, not too bad." She nodded, seemingly impressed with herself. "So how are we getting to work? Milo driving us or..?"

I tossed my car keys in her direction. "You're driving."

Robert silently followed us out of the house, but I knew he was listening to every word my sister and I shared. She gave me a quick look up and down. "Why're you dressed in all black, you in the matrix or something?" I rolled my eyes, but she had a point. I wore tight-fitting, black trousers, a black turtleneck and black stilettos. I looked like the female spy that did nothing but look hot in those teenage spy movies.

"I felt casual today." Lie. I woke up today feeling particularly bloated. Hated what I saw when I looked in the mirror so all black felt safe. I knew I wasn't overweight, and I also knew I did have a pretty good body, but everyone got self-conscious once in a while. I reached into my bag for a claw clip to pull my hair away from my face. It didn't matter. I was Kimberly Mitchell, there was no room for insecurities. 

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"The top floor is where the most important workers are situated." I gestured my hand around the large room. "Down there to the left is the staff room. Tea, coffee etcetera. Over to the right, down that corridor sits a few, private offices. That's where my office is." Grace followed me down said corridor towards my office.

Before splitting off to his own office, Robert placed a hand on the small of my back, pulling me to him. His lips came down on mine. Soft. Oh so soft. "Please keep an eye on her, darling, I cannot afford for her to royally screw up." He mumbled over my lips. I didn't say a word, just simply nodded and entered my own office.