I hate you, don't leave me

who are you?

As Demi drove through the crowded streets of new York she took in her surroundings as she did each day. The busy people speed walking sometimes running down the paths desperate to get to their destinations before the late mark. Demi didn't have to worry she was very familiar with the boss and he doesn't mind if she was a little late as long as she got straight on with her work and didn't cause a fuss. She was his assistant. Not a personal assistant she wasn't into any of this "go and pick up my dry cleaning" and luckily neither was her boss. But when she finally arrived into the building her best friend rushed up to her with a lot to say but no breath to say it with.

"Miley. Calm down and breath what's going on-" she said to Miley then turning to reception and addressing the small fragile woman sitting behind the desk. But she wasn't met by the kind old lady she was met by a young woman in the mid thirties. Demi frowned but didn't miss a beat in what she was saying. Demi was used to dealing with situations that she was not prepared for. "yes I'd like Mr. Bieber's schedule please, thank you-" the woman then went straight to her computer and pressed the buttons on the keyboard that the old woman's finger had so naturally grazed over on a daily basis. Demi was not appreciating the time it was taking for the new receptionist to print off what she needed. She was so used to the normal speedy old lady that the wait was irritating her so she turned to Miley deciding to find out what she had been so frantic about earlier. "yes Miley what is it?" she said crossing her arms and looking at Miley with her eye brows raised in wait of an answer. Miley still hadn't seemed to have caught her breath and was still breathing heavily and now that Demi did take a minute to take in her friends appearance she noticed that something wasn't quite right. Her short boy cut hair was not the usually stylish messy it was just messy like she had just run down 5 flights of stairs just to greet Demi which she probably had. And her eyes were wide and wild. Then as Miley opened her mouth to speak the receptionist spoke from behind Demi and Miley stopped before the words could come out of her mouth. "here is Mr. Bieber's schedule miss lovato" Demi turned took the schedule and studied it for a second before deciding that this was not what she would usually see on his schedule. "are you sure this is right?" Demi asked the receptionist. And she nodded a simple yes quite rudely and turned away from Demi in her swivel chair towards some papers that were laying on the table behind them. "okay tell Mr. Bieber that I will be up as soon as possible"

And with that Demi started towards the elevator which would take her up to her bosses office where she could then discus the schedule with her boss and see if it was right because Mr. Bieber was quite an old man in his 40's and was quite content to let Demi do the work for him but didn't set Demi very hard tasks to complete and was careful not to overload her even though Demi had said several times that she didn't mind but truth be told the old man was quite fond of Demi and treated her as if she was his own daughter. Because he didn't have a daughter only a son.

Then Demi was there she stepped out of the elevator and then realised that Miley was no longer with her. Demi shrugged it off and started walking towards the office where she spends most of her working days. She ran her eyes over the schedule as she entered the room, "Mr. Bieber I'm not sure if they got your schedule right as it seems as if you have a lot more work than usual, are you sure you want to take on this much work?" as she finished she waited for a reply but when one didn't come she looked up. Her eyes searching for Mr.bieber but all she found was a young man that looked slightly younger than her. But boy did he look good his hair was shaved at the sides and the middle spiked up and it looked so soft that Demi just wanted to run her hands through it and he wore a suit that was tight so you could tell that he worked out. But who was he? Demi had no idea.