Mr. Lawson's Assistant

Chapter 9

For the next two days after I'd been shot, David and I stayed in the apartment and did nothing. Throughout the day, I reapplied the bandages and answered Soma's daily questions, but that was basically it.
Monday came quickly, and I was up early getting ready for work, trying to find something I could wear that hid the bandage on my shoulder. I'd ended up settling for a plain brown tank top, and a dressy cardigan. As I finished up my cereal, and pulled on my shoes, David woke up and rolled off the couch, insisting that he was driving me to work. Despite my protests, he carted me down to the parking lot, and in minutes we were driving the entire two miles to my work. For a majority of the ride we drove in silence.
I glanced over at my brother's tired face. "What are you doing today?" I asked, as he took the last turn before Mr. Lawson's building.
"Not going home." He muttered.
"But Soma loves you!" I joked, and David shot me a glare.
"She's insane." He raised his eyebrows, and ran a hand through his brown hair.
"You can stop here." I chuckled, as he slowly pulled over to let me out.
"Don't forget to change your bandage today-" David grinned, giving me his overly-caring-extremely-annoying-big-brother look.
"Thanks for the reminder mom." I retorted, slamming the car door, and heading towards the building.
Work was going to be a pain in the butt today, but it was better than sitting around in the apartment like I'd been doing.
Today I was supposed to be meeting a police officer in Mr. Lawson's office in an hour. I planned on catching up on whatever paper work Mr. Lawson had for me until then. Walking towards the elevator, I didn't miss the glare that Rachel sent my way, before her sharp eyes landed on the bandage lump on my shoulder.
"What happened to you?" She raised an eyebrow as I walked by, and I gave her a nonchalant shrug.
"Nothing."
I could practically feel her jaw dropping behind me, and I smirked to myself as I pressed the button for Mr. Lawson's floor. I was still smiling as I exited the elevator. As I passed by Mr. Lawson's office, he stepped out, speaking with someone over his shoulder, before he glanced down at me.
"Why so happy this morning?" He asked me, adjusting his black tie around his neck as he stepped into the hallway.
"Is it a sin to be cheerful in the morning?" I lifted my chin, and he smirked.
"It depends on the reason you're so cheerful." He winked, leaving me red-faced and shocked at his implication. 
Shaking my head, I moved on to my office, pursing my lips when I saw the stack of papers that had already started to form on my desk. Sighing, I dropped my jacket onto the coat rack, and took a seat behind my desk. Just as I was delving into the brunt of the paper work, I heard Mr. Lawson calling for me in his office, and I had to stop what I was doing. I'd forgotten to check his schedule, so I assumed he had a meeting.
"Oana, I apologize for the amount of paper work this morning," Mr. Lawson started as I stepped into his office, "I understand the work may be more difficult for you to finish today..." He trailed off, turning towards me, and closing the book he had in his hand. Glancing at my shoulder, he raised his eyebrows. "How is it?"
"Better." I shrugged, holding in a grimace when I did so. I kept forgetting that performing that action hurt- like a lot.
"Can you drive?" He asked me. I thought that was an odd question, but I nodded. "I have a meeting in ten minutes," He began, reaching into his left pocket, "Damon was just rear ended at the stoplight on main street, and I can't go pick him up." He told me, pulling out his keys. "If you're willing to go pick him up, I'll let you take my car?" Mr. Lawson told me, holding out the keys. I really wanted to protest and say I should finish the paper work, or that I also had a meeting in half an hour, but how could I? With his blue eyes on me so intensely, and the thought of driving his extremely expensive car, I caved.
"No," I began, and Mr. Lawson raised an eyebrow, "I don't mind to go and get him." I sighed. Mr. Lawson smiled slightly and tossed the keys to me, saying something about a black Corvette as I left his office.
Wait... Corvette?! I thought he drove a Lamborghini!
*
Holy cow, it was a Corvette!

I stopped in front of the car that'd beeped in the parking garage, when I clicked the key, and my jaw dropped. I had never seen him drive this in to work. The few times we'd arrived at the same moment, he was in either a black suburban or Lamborghini. Black seemed to be his color.
Letting out a small laugh, I unlocked the doors and slid onto the red leather seats, admiring the expensive feel. I started the engine with a press of a button and the Corvette roared to life underneath me. As I backed out of the parking space, I immediately took note that this must be a very fast vehicle. Even the slightest touch on the gas pedal made the car lurch backwards- or forward, I was sure- with a roar from the engine.
I'm totally getting one of these...
I pulled out into the city traffic, and headed towards main street, keeping my eyes open for any cars along the street. Not more than fifteen minutes later, I spotted the black Range Rover pulled off into the emergency lane by the stoplight, and I guided the Corvette over into the emergency lane. Damon was on the phone, speaking in a low tone with someone, while the person who'd hit him seemed to be yelling at someone on the other line about his insurance policy. Glancing at Damon's car, I saw that there was a large dent in the back of the black Range Rover, and the back window had been shattered as well. Opening the Corvette door, I stepped out to wait until Damon was off the phone to speak to him, but immediately he switched his attention to me. Saying something into his phone, he hung up and moved towards me.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, glancing behind me, "With my brother's car?" His frown deepened, and I shrugged, wincing. Again.
"Mr. Lawson had a meeting, so he asked me to come pick you up." I told Damon. His green eyes gave me a quick once-over, pausing on the bandage lump near my shoulder.
"I'm driving."
Gesturing that I come with him, Damon walked around to the other side of the Corvette to open the passenger door for me. He was wearing a plain white shirt, with a black tie, but his suit coat was missing.
"What about your car?" I frowned, stopping in front of the car. He waved his hand dismissivly. Seeing my expression, he smirked and raised his eyebrows.
"I have someone coming to pick it up." He said, brushing his black hair out of his eyes, when a car drove past, creating a small gust of wind. Raising my eyebrows back at him, I slowly slid into the car, and he closed the door behind me. I watched Damon walk around to the driver's side, and felt myself admiring his visibly strong, features. He was not only tall, dark, and very handsome, he carried himself with an air of confidence that most men did not.
I hadn't really noticed it before. Or maybe I had, and I just hadn't realized I had...whatever.
As he got into the car, and started the engine, it occurred to me that I should thank him for what he did after the shooting.
We pulled out onto the road, driving through light, and taking a right, before I spoke.
"I meant to thank you," I started, and he glanced over at me, keeping his face passive as he shifted the car into a higher gear. Apparently it could be turned into a manual as well.
I'm definitely getting one of these.
I thought with a small nod of approval. 
"For?" Damon broke the small silence that fell between us, and I realized I had stopped talking. "For helping me after I was shot." I finished hastily. Damon nodded, and passed through another stoplight, taking a left, and heading towards the edge of the city.
Wait, what?
"What are you doing?" I asked him suddenly, realizing that we were heading in the opposite direction of his brother's building.
"Driving." He smirked, and I glared at him, unamused.
"Where are you going?"
"To pick up another shirt." He said casually. My eyes moved from his white shirt to the clock on the Corvette's dash, and I shook my head.
"I have a meeting with the police in fifteen minutes!" I rushed, leaning forward, as he took another turn.
"Reschedule."
"Fifteen minutes before he comes?" I said sarcastically, and Damon raised his eyebrows, as if what he'd suggested was a totally reasonable option. "No! That's rude-" I started, and he glanced over at me.
Growling in annoyance as he took another turn, I crossed my arms over my chest and pulled out my phone.
*
I scowled at nothing in particular as Damon turned the Corvette into the most expensive neighborhood I'd ever seen. Catching sight of three sports cars that were parked in a mansion's driveway, I glanced over at Damon with wide eyes. He wasn't even paying attention.
He lives here...
Starting to look away, in case he caught me gawking, I noticed a small, black smudge on the front of his shirt, and my anger rose.
"You're making me miss my appointment with the police for that?" I said suddenly, annoyance prevelent in my tone. Damon ignored me. Instead he kept his eyes pointed ahead as he pulled the Corvette into a rounded, paved driveway to the left of the road we had been cruising on. I was going to say something else, but I forgot what it was when I saw the house that came with the driveway. To say it was extrodinary would have been a huge understatement. The house was largely tan in color, with an old grey statue out front, crowning the water fountain that sat in between either side of the rounded drive. The tan brick outside, was accented with chestnut-colored roofing, and large, white-framed windows. The front doors of the house were double the size of regular doors, and a large, golden light hung down from the archway that crowned the front doors. The house had two stories, and the most beautiful, meticulous front lawn that I'd ever seen. Ever.
Damon pulled the Corvette up to the front of the walkway that lead to the front doors, and shifted the car into park. Without a word, he climbed out of the car and made his way around to my side of the car. When Damon opened the door on my side, I frowned at him. "I'm not getting out. We're in a hurry." I told him pointedly.
"I wanted to show you around." He cocked an eyebrow, glancing into my eyes and holding my gaze.
I scoffed. "That'll take even longer."
"You're already going to miss your appointment, you might as well take your time." Damon smirked, and I glared at him. "Come on, it won't take long." He winked.
Chancing another look at the lavish home, I let out an annoyed sigh and unbuckled. Sliding out of the car, I hesitantly followed Damon up to the front doors. Damon scanned his license into the small metal box by the doors when we arrived at the front of the house, and they hummed open. My jaw almost dropped, but I didn't want to give Damon any satisfaction for making me late, so I clamped my mouth shut and stepped inside with the closest look to nonchalant that I could manage. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back." Damon ushered me into the living room, and I waited for him to be half way up the marble steps behind me, before my mouth fell open. I spun around in a circle several times, taking in the polished appearance of the house around me. The couches in the living room were a light tan close to the color of the bricks on the outside of the house, and were arranged in a sort of 'u' shape around the large, in-wall flat screen. Behind the TV section, was the entrace to the kitchen, and to the right, was the marble staircase. This house, must have cost millions, and I had only seen one room...