Newt Imagines

Assistant

[a/n: This is a Thomas Sangster imagine NOT a Newt imagine.]

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Monday. 7 AM.

Your POV

It was a typical morning. Did my early morning routine; got up, washed up, drank coffee, ate a little, and got ready. That was basically what I did every morning. Of course, you think that I'm the assistant working for her bitch ass boss but it was actually the other way around. I was the 'bitch ass boss' who bossed everyone around so that my company was running smoothly, and it did run smoothly kind of bumpy along the way. So a boss needed an assistant to make her company run more smoothly as she expected.

I have had assistants here and there, getting me the coffee and placing it on my table, I made them contact people I needed to contact for certain meetings but that does not get my work done as fast as it is. I need someone to be as equally as good as I was, – not that I was looking down at my people but I wanted someone who actually suggested some things for me and not getting me coffee for my morning – I needed someone to help me.

I got Shalaine [a/n: random name for assistant, just go along with it] to hire me someone who wanted to apply for this job and has the intelligence to work for this job. I was looking for someone who looked more of a 'second-in-command' kind of attitude. 

After a few hours of searching and searching through files that Shalaine and I just messed up, we saw an application that was actually worth my time on noticing. 

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Application Form

Name: Sangster, Brodie Thomas

Age: 27 y/o

Address: England, South London

Contact number: 301-5523 [a/n: lol i made this up]

E-mail Address: thomassangsterlovesdylangmail.com

[a/n: pls just imagine that this form exists HAHA i made them all up. sorry for the a/n's]

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My assistant soon started calling up this guy named, Thomas. His application form seemed like he ran out of information to say but his test results in previous schools look like he should be living his life up by now, being a CEO of a big company. Why was he applying as an 'assistant'? 

I thought of it too much and waited for Shalaine to tell me that he actually picked his phone up, and she did. I see her up on my front door, telling me what I was hoping for, for him to just pick up the goddamn phone. I nodded my head and she connected her phone to mine so now I was the one talking to him.

I stared at my phone, my hands are actually wet from whatever feeling I had felt. Was I nervous? Why would I be? I was just talking to the man. I finally pick up the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Sangster" I casually say as I make conversation, not hearing his voice yet. But when I did, my heart just stopped.

"Hello, Ms. Y/N" He said in his very low and southern London accent, casually melting but I had to keep myself from doing that as I kept my composure up. 

I mean, who hasn't been melted by a British accent? Anyway, I hadn't realized that I was thinking way too much about his accent, I completely forgot about the conversation still going on.