The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter one

"Hello, is this Charlotte Cardona? Hi, I'm Talia Emmet from Human Resources. We've recently went over your resume and we're glad to tell you we've found you a job as a personal assistant! The job is for one year and this experience will help you gain knowledge of public relations and further you in your future career."

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Today was my interview with Talia from Human Resources. I was surprised I got this job offer in such a short time span. I just sent out my resume only a few weeks ago and I already have an interview!

I got ready in my bathroom. Curled my hair, put on mascara and a mauve lipstick. My outfit was a plain navy blue shift dress and black stilletos. Once I was finished, I kissed my boyfriend Evan goodbye and he wished me luck.

I came to New York from Georgia to be a publicist and a job like that, takes lots of experience and time. Usually, you freelance or intern until you get enough experience and meet enough people, but luckily I already got a paying personal assistant job. I can't believe this is happening, my life plan is working out ahead of schedule and I'm only 22 years old.

I take a taxi to the corporate building and make my way up to the meeting room. I sit in the reception office, waiting to be called. I fiddle with my fingers and my legs shake uncontrollably.

"Could you knock it off? Jesus, you're a nervous wreck." A deep voice with an English accent says harshly.

I turn to look at the man and mouth an apology. When his eyes meet mine, I'm mesmerized. He's got long wavy locks and really beautiful green eyes. His lips are pursed in an annoyed manner and I can only guess that's because of me.

The man fidgets in his chair, constantly pulling out his phone, groans, puts it in his pocket, then looks at it again. And I'm the nervous wreck?

He walks over to the reception desk an hovers over the red headed woman, "Denise, what the hell is taking Talia so long?" He questions the receptionist who's minding her own business.

"Harry, your appointment with her is in 10 minutes. Please be patient." She tells him calmly.

He slumps back into the chair next to me and lets out a loud annoyed sigh. Only 2 minutes pass by and he groans, "What the fuck is with her?" He has no patience whatsoever.

I roll my eyes at his rude behavior and then hear the receptionist call my name, "Charlotte Cardona."

I raise my hand slightly, "That's me."

"Talia will see you now, down the hall first door on the left." She informs me and gives me a kind smile.

I thank her and quickly make it to the room, hearing the man in the reception office groan even more. I walk into the room and a tall blonde who looks about 30 is pacing around the room. She looks over at me and immediately walks towards me reaching her hand out, "You must be Charlotte, I'm Talia." she greets.

"Yes I am, thank you for the amazing opportunity by the way."

She tells me to sit down to discuss my job and what not. "As a personal assistant, you must fill out this contract that you will not release any information you gain from working with whoever's permission. Basically, if you work for j.lo you can't talk about j.lo to anyone. Or else you might get sued and whatnot."

I nod and she hands me the paper. I sign my life away and hand it back to her. "I'm not working for j.lo, am I?" I joke.

She let's out a laugh, "No, you'll be working for a model. It's easier, you just help out at shoots and scheduling. You'll be running errands."

"For who?"

"Oh, a male model. Mr. Styles. Have you heard of him?"

I shake my head and she continues to talk to me about what I can and can't do. There a lot of no brainers like, talk about them to the press, or scheduling without there permission. After she explains mostly everything, the door bursts open and the rude man from the reception office stomps in angrily.

"Harry, are you kidding me?" Talia scolds him.

"How long are you gonna keep me waiting out there? I told you I don't want a fucking assistant. Now call them and tell them to beat it before they get here." He looks over at me and his brows scrunch together, "Why is she here?" He asks rather rudely.

"Harry, this is Charlotte; your new personal assistant." Oh god . . . no, no no no!

My heart fell to my ass and my mouth gaped open. This has to be a joke, Can't I get j.lo? I kept my mouth shut, hoping Harry would throw some big tantrum and then Talia would apologize to me and say she can find me another job.

Guess what? That didn't happen.

Instead; Harry huffed angrily, said whatever, then stormed out the room. Talia assures me that he's only rough around the edges. In that case, he must only be an edge with no smooth interior. I wanted so badly to refuse this job; I really did, but that would only make me look bad and getting a job in public relations even more difficult.

I decided to take a chance, how bad could he be?

I drove back to my apartment and wanted to cry realizing Evan went to work. I slumped onto my futon and hugged my throw pillow. I haven't even started my job and I'm exhausted.

"Charli.."

"Babe, get up. It's 6 o'clock."

My eyes flutter open to see Evan hovering over me, shaking my arm, and I realize I had fell asleep on the couch. My back was killing me. "Oh, I'm sorry Ev. I fell asleep." I say while rubbing the eye boogers away.

"It's ok. So.. who are you working for?" He excitedly asks.

"Some asshole male model." I spit angrily.

"An asshole? Good, now you won't cheat on me with him."

I aw at Evan's words and lean over to place a kiss on his lips. He kisses me back softly, he never really was a good kisser. Our kisses lacked passion. He was always so careful with me treating me like a delicate glass cup rather than his girlfriend, but I loved him anyway.

"I could never love anyone other than you." I tell him and kiss him again.

He chuckles and twirls a lock of my hair in his hand. "Let's order chinese takeout." He suggests and I agree because my stomach was growling from hunger.