The Assistant

Honey Is My Nickname

It's the next day at the office and I've changed into something more professional.

My outfit for today is a black pencil skirt that comes just above my knees, matched with a red blouse and black heels. My hair is down just past my shoulders, and I decided to just straighten it.

"Wow, Ms. Hana! You look pretty today!" I smile at Betty and at the other workers who give me compliments.

Drake stands in the door of his office, sipping coffee from a cup. As I walk to my own office, his eyes never leave me.

"Bring me anything that needs approved today," I sweetly smile at him.

"Yes Ma'am," He answers as I walk into my office and close the door behind me.

I twiddle my thumbs on my desk when I see a message pop up on my phone.

"I'll be there soon. It's General Management, right?"

I reply with a 'Yes!' and look up as the door opens.

Drake brings in two folders in his hands and looks at me skeptically.

"Why are you smiling so much today?" He asks as he hands me the folders.

"I'll ignore your witch comment, and the remark about me being a girl who only got hired because of her father," I look up at him through my lashes. "And you'll see soon enough why I'm smiling."

I flip open one of the folders to see the rough sketches of the dog sidekick that Grover finished.

"These look great!" I reply, flipping through them.

I quickly sign both of the folders' papers and hand them back to Drake.

"Tell Grover that they look fantastic and I can't wait to see the finished concept," I smile up at him.

"Sure thing," He says as he begins to leave.

"Oh, wait, Drake!" I stop him before he gets to the door. He spins around and looks at me with curiosity.

I only now take in what he was wearing. A bright pink bow tie was paired with a white button up shirt, and today he had on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans with white converse. His hair was also a wild curly mess today as well.

He's not too bad at picking out clothes.

"What do you need?" He asks, putting all his weight on one foot.

"I want an apology for what you said yesterday," I start, standing up from my chair and walking towards him.

"I thought you said you'd let that go?" He asks, raising his eyebrow.

"Well," I cross my arms as I stand in front of him. "I will, but I still want an apology."

He huffs and rolls his eyes, bending over slightly so that our eyes are level to each other.

"I apologize for what I said yesterday," His breath fans my face, and I can smell the fresh scent of coffee.

"Apology accepted," I slightly smile.

He looks like he's about to say something else, when a loud ruckus erupts from the main office.

"What's that?" He asks as we both head outside.

"I'm sorry, we can't let you in unless you have a pass! It's office rules!"

All of the office members stand around the door, blocking someone from entering.

"He has a pass!" I interrupt them. They all back away from the door to look at me.

"Honey!" The figure of the tall person soon becomes clear to me, and I run up to him.