His Personal Assistant

Chapter 10

As Jack and I parted ways. I saw Mr.Richards taking a nap on his black leather couch. I smiled slightly then turn on my heels and walked towards my office.

I walked in and put my jacket on one of the chairs and take a seat in my swivel chair. Since today is such a slow day I thought I would just take a minute to relax and think about everything.

I wonder if I should go home for Christmas. As I was thinking I heard the phone ringed. I picked up the office phone.

"Hello. This is Destiny Rogers-" the person on the other line interrupted

"Oh so that's your name. That's a pretty name for a pretty girl" a low husky voice said

"Who is this?" I asked

"Oh forgot me so soon" the guy on the other line said

"Yeah, I guess so because I don't know who I am talking too" I said

"If you must know this is Will, Will Lang" he said

"Oh, hi. What's up? Would you like me to transfer you to Mr.Richards?" I asked awkwardly

"That wouldn't be necessary I would like to invite you for dinner" he said

"I am sorry I have to decline that offer. We have a strict policy about not dating clients" I said

"Hmm...is that so.." He said faintly

"Have a nice day Mr.Lang" I said

"You too Destiny" he said in a low raspy voice

I hanged up the phone and then sighed heavily back into the chair feeling relieved from talking to Mr.Lang.

After an hour past I finally found some work to do. I am typing up documents that Mr.Asshole wants on his desk immediately.

I carried the folder into my arms and walked out of my office and into Mr.Assholes office. I found him still napping on the couch. He looked so peaceful and angelic that I didn't want to wake him up.

I sat down on the couch facing the couch he was napping on and watched as he sleep. He started to rustle and as he did I take that as my cue to leave the documents on the coffee table, set between the two love seat couches. I was walking past Mr.Richards couch and he began to speak.

"제발 가지 마" he said in his foreign language (please don't go). I started staring at his now sweat drenched face. Seeing both of  his eyebrows scrunched together, indicating that the dream that he is having is probably related to a trauma that he can't seem to get rid of.

I went out to the woman's washroom to get a wet paper towel to put onto Mr.Richards face. As I went in I saw him tossing and turning frantically. I shake him awake immediately while putting the paper towel on the coffee table.

"Who? What? How?" He questioned dazed with his eyelids still closing and opening up.

"Here put this paper towel-" he interrupted me mid sentence.

"No! Get me a real fucking towel. Why are you giving me a fucking brown towel, that would be scratchy on my silky face!-oww" he said while touching his forehead.

"And get me some Advil while  your at it" he said to me while lying back down.

"Okay. Just stay right here-" he cut me off again