My dear boss Zayn

For your own good

Zayn's POV

"Hello ?"

"Angelo, it's Zayn. I'm afraid we have a problem."

"A problem ? What kind ?"

"The girl, Candice. She lives in that apartment too."

"Your new personal assistant ?"

"Yes."

"In the same apartment I've just-

"Yes, Angelo. Yes. I don't like to repeat myself for God's sake."

"Sorry, boss. What are we going to do then ?"

"Keep an eye on her, she mustn't know, do you hear me ?"

"Okay, boss. Do you want me to follow her or something ?"

"Just distract her please and prevent her from going too far. I'm sure she doesn't understand what just happened to her neighbor, it has to stay like this."

"As you wish."

"And don't forget to tell Lorenzo that a gun must be hide elsewhere. Not in a damn glove compartment."

"I'll tell him. But, Zayn, everything's okay ?"

"I was driving the girl back home. She saw it."

"Candice ? She saw the gun ?"

"Look Angelo, I don't have time for questions. Just do what I say."

I hang up the phone and keep driving until I am finally back home. All along, I keep seeing her face, particularly her expressions. She was frightened, distant, cold. I need to keep her under control before she finds out something else. The girl's smart. I should be more careful.

Losing control is not part of the plan, at all. I must hide things from her and remain as normal as possible. She doesn't deserve this, I chose this life. She didn't.

**

The next morning, I'm heading towards my office quite early as I couldn't sleep last night. So much shit to plan in my head, this drives me nuts.

I remain in my seat thinking about what happened, drinking my coffee. I look at the phone on my desk for several minutes and finally decide to send her a message. I have to keep things under control and I know how anxious she is around me, I'll take advantage of it.

"Candice, come to my office. I'd like to talk to you."

I send her the text and watch my phone until I get an answer from her.

"Of course, I'm coming."

I stand up and wait behind the door just to be able to open it, as soon as I would hear the sound of her heels on the ground. A few seconds later, Candice knocks on the door and I immediately open it.

Her eyes go up and look at me directly, her expression softens, with a slight smile in the corner of her mouth. I have to say that I like it a lot, the effect I have on her.