Mr. Lawson's Assistant

Chapter 5

"Pleased to meet you," Damon, said, lessening his smirk into a sort of smile.
I nodded at him.
Glancing to Mr. Lawson (my boss) I saw that he was gesturing for me to put the trey on his desk. Moving to set the pitcher down, I asked if either of them needed a drink, and served them both a glass of water.
"Oana, will you please cancel my last meeting for today?" Mr. Lawson asked me, as soon as I handed his brother a glass. As I was turning away, I felt his green eyes following me, and I noted how opposite the younger Lawson looked from his brother. While Mr. Lawson had dirty blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, his younger brother had dark black hair and bright green eyes. Both were similar in height and weight, but the younger one- Damon was a bit stockier, while Mr. Lawson was more lanky.
If you can even call that lanky...
Neither of them were what I would consider skinny- not in the slightest. They were definitely muscular, or toned, as some women would call it.
"Yes, sir, I'll do that right away." I nodded, turning to head back into my office.
"So, she's your new assistant?" I heard the younger Lawson asking his brother as I closed the door.
Mentally, I compared the two men, and though they were physically and personally different- from what I had seen so far, they had definitely been raised in the same household. Both men seemed like gentlemen to me, and the way they talked and dressed was similar, and immaculate.
And both are more attractive than anyone I've ever seen.
I shook my head at myself, and chided my thoughts. It wasn't business-like to think like that.
*
"Yes ma'am, Mr. Lawson wishes to reschedule," I told the screeching woman on the other line, and I was pretty sure I heard a crash in the background, before she returned to the phone.
"Next week will be fine." She said into the speaker, her tone hard as ice, before the phone went dead. Letting out a breath, I wondered who she was, as I set down my phone and scribbled into the desk calander I had bought. Checking my watch, I decided to go see if either of the Lawson's needed anything.
"Come in Oana."
"Do you need anything, sir?" I directed my question to the eldest brother, and he nodded.
"Yes, but first, will you get us some more water?" He asked, and I bobbed my head. Walking over to where Damon sat on the desk, I stepped up beside him to grab the trey. "Don't bother taking the whole trey, the pitcher will be fine." Mr. Lawson added.
I glanced over my shoulder to my boss, before nodding again, and reaching for the pitcher. As I did so, I accidently bumped the younger Mr. Lawson, and I glanced up at him to apologize. He just flashed me a smile, and shook his head slightly, meeting my eyes for a moment. As soon as I had the pitcher, I quickly excused myself from the office, and headed down the hall towards the water fountain.
Once the pitcher was filled, I took it back to Mr. Lawson's office, and left it on the table, so I didn't have to go put it on his desk where Mr. Damon was sitting.
"Go ahead and organize the files on my desk, and when I get back I need you to write up a letter for me." Mr. Lawson said gesturing to his desk and turning away. Pausing, he turned back and raised his eyebrows "- and make sure Damon doesn't run off." Mr. Lawson sent a suspicious glance to his younger brother, who smirked.
"How long have you been working for my brother?" Damon broke the silence immediately, after his brother had gone. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, but met his eyes and mentally counted the weeks.
"Nearly two and a half weeks," I told him, and he raised his eyebrows while I stacked the books from his brother's desk back onto the shelf, and headed to where a few files were set out on the opposite side.
"Mr. Lawson said you flew in from out of the country?" I asked him, anxious to get the topic off myself.
"I was in Italy for a few weeks," He shrugged, standing up off the desk, and walking around slowly, examining his brother's office. Mr. Lawson came in that moment, and asked me to pen down a letter he needed sent out in the mail today.
While I scribbled down the letter, Damon wandered around his brother's office, aimlessly.
I was allowed to go back to my office with a new stack of paper work after Mr. Lawson finished dictating the letter to me, and after I typed it put I stood up to use the restroom. Groaning as I sat down again, I checked to be sure that my door was closed, before I began to sort through my paperwork. As I did, I sent David a text saying that I would be late getting off of work today.
*
"I thought you were supposed to get off at 4:00?" David frowned, as I came rushing out of the company building.
"I'm supposed to, but not today," I let out a breath, and David glanced at me sideways.
"You look stressed."
I glared at him, and he raised his hands in surrender. "Truce." He laughed, and I shoved a loose tendril behind my ear.
"My boss's brother paid an unexpected visit to Mr. Lawson today, and I had to cancel all his meetings for the week- and do his part of the paper work while they caught up." I told my brother, as we headed home.
"That sucks."
"I also had to organize the entire lower floor meeting with Kroger today, to discuss partnership." I sighed. David chuckled and patted my shoulder.
"You know what'll help?"
I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised.
"A movie."
*
"Avengers!" David argued, but I shook my head, grabbed the remote and sat on it.
"Hunger games!" I said adamantly. David smirked, and I opened my mouth to yell at him, but he tackled me before I could say anything. "You're going to squish me you fat lard!" I growled at him, trying to shove him off of me, but I had been right when I noticed he had gained a considerable amount of muscle while he was away.
"Give me the remote!" He jumped up a little, landing on my stomach and knocking the air out of me.
"No!" I sputtered, kneeing him in the central private area. Grunting, he rolled off me, and the couch, falling onto the floor with a loud thump. "You deserved that." I waved the remote victoriously around in the air, and he groaned into the carpet.
"What are you, ten?" He muttered, and I smirked.
"Double that actually."
He wasn't amused.
We ended up watching all four Hunger Games movies that I owned.
*
David and I woke late the next morning, sometime around ten a.m. Once we were dressed and had eaten breakfast, we called a cab to take us to the city park. There were enough modes of transportation for the inner city, so we didn't bother taking the car.
"This place is huge!"
"Everything in cities are huge," I rolled my eyes, and David shot me an unamused glare.
We were walking down a path, somewhere in the park, and talking about what we were going to do tomorrow, when my phone started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Oana, it's Amy!" the cheery voice said through the phone, and I smiled.
"Hey Amy, is everything alright at work?" I asked her, pointedly saying her name when I saw the look on David's face.
"Yes, everything's fine, I was just passing along an invite for all of Mr. Lawson's employees. All the details are in an email that I sent to you, but just in case, I wanted to call and let you know. Because you only started a few weeks ago, you missed the mass email invite." She told me, and I raised my eyebrows.
"Thanks, I'll let you know when I get it!" I nodded.
"Sure thing, see you on Monday!" She said goodbye, and I tucked my phone back into my pocket, turning to David.
"What was that?"
"One of my coworkers wanted to check and make sure I got an important email," I shrugged, and he raised an eyebrow at me in turn.
"A party? You're not going." He crossed his arms, giving me a look. It was playful I could tell. He knew I hated it when he told me to do anything. But- he also knew that I would never scold him for it.
My stepfather hadn't given a second thought to my well-being after he married my mom. Instead, David took on that responsibility when we first became brother and sister.
"It's an employee party at someone's house," I rolled my eyes, and David smirked.
"You're not even old enough to drink!" He crossed his arms, and I pursed my lips.
"I can in a few months," I retorted, and he rolled his eyes.
"You wouldn't touch alcohol if I paid you." He grinned, and I punched him.
"Which, is a good thing."
He just smiled.
*
"Oana, have you printed the papers for my meeting yet?" I heard Mr. Lawson ask me, through my office door. Lifting my head from the papers I had been signing, I jumped up and grabbed the stack I had ready for him.
"Yes, sir, here they are-" I opened the office door, and he was leaning against the door frame without his suit jacket on. That was the first time I had seen him without it, and he looked-
Nevermind how he looked.
I mentally slapped myself, and lowered my eyes from his piercing blue ones, handing him the papers. Taking a step back to give him some room, I pointed to his desk.
"The rest of them are on your desk." He smiled at me, before turning and walking back into his office. Running a hand over his sleek, blonde hair, he took the papers and nimbly ran through them.
I closed my door, and returned to my work.
As I ran papers through the scanner, and opened the mail from the weekend. My mind shifted to the invite I received by email two days ago in the park with David. It said we would be having the celebration at Brentwood Estates.
Estates sounded pretty fancy to me, and the dress code was formal- another reason I was debating on going. I wasn't much for dressing up or drinking...