My Mischievous Millionaire

Part 36- Undoing

ALEX POV

What have a done? I swore I'd never be remotely close to Christopher and now I'll be working within close parameters of his being. I just want to pay Mr Topher back. Then again, does it really count as paying him back if he's paying my salary? Crap, it doesn't!

Well, I could insist that he need not pay me at all, but he's way too kind to concur. I suppose I could work here until I find employment elsewhere.

Christopher was being he's usual brash self, I saw the glance of triumph in his eyes when I agreed to take this job. Everything happened so promptly. Initially, I went over there to brazen out what he did to me at Frank & Co, but unexpectedly, I left there employed.

Isn't it amusing how things work out?

Christopher should not anticipate me to verbalize with him. I'm there to work, pay Mr Topher and then abscond like a thief in the night. I'll perceptibly still speak to Mr Topher, cutting ties with him because of his son would be juvenile.

My phone then buzzes in my hand, I plop down on my black leather couch and answer it.

"Hello." I greet.

"Hi, it's Mr Topher!" He jovially greets.

"Hey, Mr Topher! How are you, sir?" I chirp, instantly feeling better.

"I'm brilliant because Christopher tells me that you'll be working at Compu Tech again! That's splendid news, he needs a personal assistant. He was swamped with work." He exclaimed.

The smile on my face dissipated. I was puzzled, Christopher's personal assistant? That deceitful, mendacious bastard.

"Mr Topher, with all due respect, sir, I thought I'd be working you." I stated, absolutely shaken.

"But I have an assistant, dear." He affirms.

I am completely hushed, revelling in antagonism.

"Alex, dear. Are you still there?" Mr Topher checks, shaking my odious thoughts.

"Yes, I am. I'm just confused." I reply.

"Did Christopher manipulate you into agreeing to work here?" He grimly asked.

"Well, no and yes. I supposed it's a bit of both." I stutter.

"You don't have to work here if you don't want to, Alex. I don't want you arriving to a job you're uncomfortable with." He sombrely replied. I couldn't take the calamity in his voice.

"It's quite alright, sir. I don't mind working alongside Christopher, we're friends- nothing more." I reply, feeling a lot less certain.

"That's great, dear! See you at work." He jovially replies and ends the call before I could say goodbye.

I stretch my weary body on the leather sofa and lie down, listening to the crackling fire as it burns through the night. I decide to ponder about things other than Christopher as I attempt to find rest, but this task proves to be impossible.