The Billionaires Assistant

Chapter Three

It's Friday morning when i wake to the sound of my alarm clock after a very restless night. i'm not sure if it had to do with nerves or the fact that i was dreaming about Grayson. Which is unsettling in itself, i don't even know him. Whats going to happen when i actually get to know him? I already see this ending badly.

Pushing those thoughts from my brain, i get up out of bed and head to the shower. Turning on the hot water, i hot in and do my thing. Once i'm out i get together the outfit i picked out last night. Taking my time i apply some light makeup, not wanting to cake it on and look trashy.

i finally have a minute to think and of course my anxiety's rearing its ugly head, i have to work on my breathing so i don't have a panic attack. i haven't had one in awhile but thats because so far nothing new has happened or theres been no changes. I guess the new job has shaken things up.

Once i'm sure everything's okay, i make my way into the kitchen to have a small breakfast. I find Haley in the kitchen, "How'd you sleep?" she asks.

i sarcastically reply with "Like a log."

"Why not?"

"I guess my nerves wouldn't allow me."

"Do you have your medicine, in case you need it?"

"Yeah, its in my bag." She says something along the lines of good and wishes me luck before heading back to her room to get ready for work. Grabbing a quick breakfast burrito right before i head out the door, i reach the curb to hail a cab.

i hurriedly get inside and rattle off the address, it takes maybe 15 minutes to get there. i Finish my burrito before i pay the driver and get out onto the sidewalk. I promptly make my way inside and head straight to the elevator, which was very crowded.

Having a slight panic attack, i tell the man my floor number. We make several stops and by the time its my turn there's only me and one other person in the elevator with me. i walk out of the elevator and head towards the office where i had my interview, which i now know is Mr. Grayson's office. I lightly knock on the door, signaling my presence, "Come in" i hear in his masculine tone.

i open the door and make my way inside, Greeting him with a "Good morning Sir ".

"Good morning Miss Jennings." he says without looking up, "Would you mind making me a coffee? Black."

"Yes sir, right away." i go to leave and then i'm reminded that i don't know where anythings at, "Uh, excuse me sir but i don't know where to go."

He finally looks up and i'm met with his piercing brown eyes ,"Give me a minute and i'll show you around." i mumble a thanks and stand there waiting for him to be done. This gives me time to take a look around his office.

I didn't get much of a chance the last time i was here, but from the looks of it he has a very modern style. There was even a couch that could fit a whole family on it. Everything was mostly black and white, His black desk was right in front of a massive window giving him an immaculate view of the city below.

Grayson stands up from his desk letting me know he was done, "Are you ready for your tour?"

"Yes Sir." i reply and follow him out. Our first stop is my desk, which is located right in front of his office.
"Heres your desk, i like having you close to me that way i have easy access."
"That makes sense Sir."
Thankfully my desk was in the shape of a cubical like set up, so i have some shield from the rest of the office area. I tell him this and he laughs, the sound sends a heat wave through my body. Down girl.
What i wouldnt give to hear that sound everyday. HE'S YOUR BOSS.
ignornign my inner thoughts i focus back on grayson who is now leading me into what i assume is the break room.

here he shows me where everything is at such as the fridge, microwave and the cabinets stocked full of free snacks.
"I like to keep in stock snacks and drinks, helps to have a happy working environemnt. Part of your job will be to order and inventory the snacks and drinks."
"Sounds easy enough." i reply with a smile. We then make our way to the big open area at the front of the office.

He then introduced me to the main receptionist, a ragingly flamboyant man, who seems to be the sweetest guy you'd ever meet. Once we were done with that, we headed back to his office to get started on the days work.

"Now, what about that coffee?"