His Personal Assistant

Chapter 8

I waked up the other day, feeling exhausted. I walked straight to the bathroom and removed the facial mask I had put on the night before. I looked like Frankenstein with my green facial mask. I stripped my clothes and take a nice hot shower.

While in the shower my mind wondered to Derek. As I was thinking of him I smiled.

One hour past and I was all ready for work with my grey wool jacket that is covering my white leather pencil skirt with a black blouse, and some classic black pumps. I takes my black tote bag and checked into the mirror to see that I looked great.

When I was checking over my outfit, I heard a knock on my door.

"Coming" I yelled to the person behind my door. I walked over to the door, while opening it up to see Derek.

"Hey I just wanted to know if you would like a ride to work?" Derek asked with a perfect smile plastered on his face.

"Sure. If that's okay with you?" I asked.

"No, it's fine. I mean it's alright. You look really beautiful today-not that you look horrible everyday" he sighed heavily. And I smiled at his boyish attempts on complimenting me.

"Thanks and relax it's not like I am going to chop off your balls for not complimenting me correctly" I smiled innocently. Although he looked a little bit squeamish.

I lock the door behind me and walked down the hallway with Derek, while talking with him about complete gibberish. We got on the elevator and then went all the way down to the ground floor.

"What is your occupation? If you don't mind me asking" I said

"Well my occupation is journalism. I am an entry level journalist and I plan to report the truth to all my viewers" he stated enthusiastically

"Cool. What do you report about? When are you going to get your big break?" I asked curiously

"That is strictly confidential" he said smiling down at me.

"Do you know it's soon Christmas. It's so funny how the months or days in general are getting much shorter, huh" he said. While we got into his matte black Range Rover which looks really new.

"What model is this?" I asked

"Oh it's a 2008 Range Rover. I got it for a really good price. It's a used car, it still has its hidden flaws. I splurge about I think...14,678 dollars for it. I got it this year at the start of summer" he said with a blank facial expression. I nodded.

He started up the engine and I tell him the directions of my workplace. And we arrived a few minutes earlier. When he stopped at the curb, he began speaking again.

"This is where you work!?" He asked with shock

"Yes. What's wrong?" I asked worriedly

"Oh, it's just that my job is around the corner from your building. If you would like we can carpool from now on" he said

"Yeah. That would be cool. Thanks for the ride. I really did appreciate it" I smiled at him. While getting out of the car, I walked up to the building while walking inside with a wide grin plastered on to my face. That probably looks like the grinch who stole Christmas by now.

My phone ding and I saw a text from none other than Mr.Asshole himself. That's my nickname for him. It's very original don't you think. Note my sarcasm. I walked into my office with my head glued down to the text that Mr.Asshole just sent me. I also saved his number down under that name.

You have a drivers license now. The package is on the table that contains your permit and your drivers licenses. And also I would like you to take my dog for a walk, pick up my dry cleaning, send off a package to Mr. Lang. After that I want you to read through  a document and send some emails to clients who made a compliant that they are not satisfied with their stay at Tower Hotels. And please get me some Advil or Tylenol at shoppers drug mart. And don't do anybodies work other than mine. Got it?