Taking the Risk

Assistant Help

"It's Tyson's assistant." With that, she opens the door and in rushes Tyson's personal assistant with both arms full of shopping bags, struggling to not drop them. She quickly puts the bags down and plops down on the bed. "Ugh." She groans tiredly, dropping some of the bags on the floor and the others on the bed

Closing the door, she limps to the female laying on the bed. "I am Maryanne Cortez, Tyson's personal assistant." She introduces herself. She gets up and places the bags that were on the floor onto the bed.

She continues to speak. "Okay, I didn't know your style but Tyson did tell me your size." She dumps the contents of one bag out on the bed and shuffles through the shirts, jeans, skirts, and dresses. Maryanne then looks up at the young lady's face and winced at how bruised up she looks. Touching her chin, she gently turns her head this way then the other way, looking at the wounds and bruises. She inhales sharply, "They hurt?"

"A little." She answers.

Maryanne nods and hums, "Hm, I have something for them, but not sure if it would work." Still sorting through the clothes and dumping the other bags contents onto the bed, "would you like to try it?" She asks looking at the female.

She nods. Maryanne grabs her purse, she rustles through it. "It amazes me how everything else that I have is organized to a T except this purse." She chuckles finally finding what she is looking for; a red small jar. Patting, the bed next to her, she sits down, and Maryanne catty corners her body. She opens the jar and the very strong odor of grapes arises from the jar, the cream is a light blue. She applies the cream to her face, where the scars, wounds; new and old and mostly the black eyes. "Okay, let that sit for 2 minutes then you can rinse it off." She puts the top back on the jar and puts it back in her purse.

She nods feeling Maryanne get up from the bed, Maryanne begins to speak, and "I came up with that myself. I use to be a doctor/lab tech."

"Hm?"

Maryanne chuckles, "I know a doctor to a personal assistant. A Huge change, right? Especially with the salary." She lays out the clothes neatly on the bed. "However, when Tyson hired me, I didn't expect to be doing so many computer technology stuff that deals with my field. I thought he would just make me sit behind a desk, file papers all day, and type things. Boy, was I wrong."

She hears Maryanne rustling with another bag and hears a thump on the floor, causing her to jump; making a little more pain course through her body.

Maryanne pats her lap to soothe her then continues to speak, "But sometimes when there isn't an assignment to be done, he lets me come up with my own stuff. He doesn't pressure me to sell my product either. Unless, I pitch it to him. Oh...times up." She says looking at her watch then helps the young lady up and guides her to the bathroom and runs the water for her to be her face. Wincing slightly while she bent over to wash her face, she thought to herself that no one has been this nice to her since she found out about her spoiled half-sister; Luna who lives with her mother on the nicer side of town.

Finishing washing the cream off her face, she looks at herself in the mirror; completely astonished at how majority of the wounds, scars, and bruises on her face is gone now, even the ones from years ago. She never thought that she would see this day where all the damages would be gone. All most near tears, she hugs Maryanne, "Thank you."