She had completed what she stayed behind to complete, but this probably did not make a difference. The next day she would probably wake up to the same amount of work and she would be in the office just as late again. She groaned. He didn't pay her enough for this. And as if conjured by magic, the phone rang. It was him. Her boss, Dorian Martelle. She groaned again, hesitating. It was the office phone. She could always pretend she was already out by then... She sighed, picked up.
"Hello, Olivia speaking." She began.
"Heey livy." Her eye twitched. He knew she hated it when he purred her name like that. His rumbling voice gave her all kinds of palpitations, good and bad.
"Yes, sir?" Her voice was tight. She could almost hear the smirk she knew was on his face.
"Don't call me that!" He said. She grinned
"Don't call you what, SIR?"
"I don't like it when you call me sir. You don't have to be so formal with me."
"I can't do that, SIR, it would be inapprop-..."
"I don't care about that, you are my Personal assistant. That officially makes you my best friend. And best friends don't call each other...." He stopped when he noticed the blank silence. "You're not listening are you?"
After a moment she responded.
"Did you need something, Sir?" she willed him to say no. She couldn't to do anymore work tonight.
"You sound tired. Are you busy?" He asked almost sounding concerned. She snorted at that thought.
"Never for you, Sir." Even as she said it, she resigned herself to another day of eye bags.
"Fantastic. I haven't seen you all day. Swing by my place in... 30?" He didn't wait for her to confirm. He signed off with a cheery "See ya!"
She wanted to cry.
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