A Thick Chick's Beginning (A Thick Chick Series)(BWWM) [Rewriting]

{Chapter 3: Why you telling me this last minute?} (Rewritten)

This was my second week on the job, and I was getting used to working here. Mr. Jones was still pretty rude and arrogant, but I just ignored his slick remarks. It was Wednesday morning, and I made sure I got to work on time.  I walked into my office, heels clicking on the marble flooring. I hummed softly as I plopped down in my spinning chair which, sat in front of my desk.  I cracked my poor knuckles before logging into my work computer. I was going over Mr.Jones schedule for today to inform him on if he had any important meetings. Seeing he did not I stood up to make his coffee: Black, creamer and little sugar. I rolled my eyes thinking back to him telling me this after pouring the first coffee I made down the sink because It tasted  "traitorous." I brewed some coffee, making it just how he liked and made my way to his office. He was on the phone, his jaw locked and annoyance on his face, as he listened to whoever was on the other line.

I quietly stepped in and placed his coffee on his desk then turned around do leave.
" stay here I need to speak with you." he says to me before I made it to the door. 
I sighed and sat on the chair in front of his desk waiting for him to finish his call.
"So the meetings being held there? Why do they always do this shit last minute?" He grumbles and soon finished up his conversation before hanging up. 
I stayed silent as he stared at me for a few moments before speaking," were working on a new issue for next month, I need you to email the creative department on brainstorming fresh ideas. They will be a meeting once we get back from Paris." He says leaning back in his chair. I rose a brow," Paris? We?" I question in confusion.
"Yeah we. We're leaving first thing in the morning so pack for a few days." He replied causally
"Um these are things you tell people in advance! What if I had pla-" I start to say being cut off,"-plans? You're my assistant were ever I go you go. I need your help, this is your job. I'm sure you read the fine print on your contract." He says chuckling and I rolled my eyes at him. "You can't just give me a day to prepare for a trip overseas. You're lucky I have a passport." I huff clearly annoyed with the news and stood up," and also be ready by 4:30 am sharp. I will have my driver bring you to the airport with me in the morning." He says and I simply nodded going back to my office emailing the creative department.
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I just pulled into my driveway, just arriving from work. I got situated and warmed up left over Chinese from yesterday before pulling my phone out texting Audrey first.

I bust out laughing, I swear she was crazy but she was my ride or die and vice versa. I replied back to her and of course she was right. I need to just be grateful for this opportunity.

We chatted for a bit then I decided to text my Matty next. I knew he'd wouldn't care but Of course he'd want to know if his girlfriend was going out of town for a few days.

I grin as he replied with the quickness, I was planning to face time him after I showered, and ate dinner. We've been dating for a good bit now, 2 years going strong. I doubt my boss would even consider Matty coming along. It was work anyway, not a romantic get away.

Are conversation seemed a bit short but I thought nothing of it. I just saw him yesterday anyway. I replied then placed my phone on the nightstand starting to pack. I wasn't sure how many days we would be gone and just packed for a week, since you never know what could happen. Nature, delays, injury, you had to ready when going to another country.

I glanced at the time when I was finished and now laying in bed fresh out the shower. I was waiting for Matty to call me and watching Netflix. He never ended up calling me, which was weird. I was a bit annoyed since I hated when someone said they'd do something then don't do it. I shook my head and paused my show deciding to just Goto sleep. I wasn't about to wait all night, I had to get up in a few hours for my business trip. I sighed softly and snuggled into the pillow, soon dozing off into dreamland.

I decided to just completely rewrite chapter three. What do you think about how the text messages are portrayed. Feeling it? Yes or no?
Any-who
Niyahh outttt✌🏿