Jackass Boss [COMPLETED]

Agreement

JESSY'S POV

My thoughts were scattered like pieces of a broken mirror. Flashes came and went—unclear, chaotic. But when Mr. Erickson calmly explained what had happened, the fragments slowly began falling into place.

"Miss Jessy, you're getting better," Doctor Nick said with a warm smile as he reviewed my chart. Mr. Erickson, Andrew, and Fin stood quietly in the room, watching me with concern.

"Doctor... umm... can I go home?" I asked hesitantly, my voice uncertain.

He nodded. "Yes, I can discharge you today."

"Oh, thank God," I breathed out in relief. "I completely forgot—I'm supposed to start my new job tomorrow."

But Doctor Nick's expression turned serious. "Miss Jessy, I really think you should postpone that."

I blinked. "Why?"

"You had a mild concussion," he explained. "Even though your memory is coming back, your brain is still healing internally. You shouldn't be overexerting yourself—at least ten days of full rest, minimum."

I let out a sigh. Just when I thought something in my life was finally working out...

They had already delayed my start date once. I knew asking for more time wasn't an option anymore. That job was as good as gone.

Mr. Erickson insisted on taking me back to his house after I was discharged. The first thing I did when I stepped inside was rush to find Hart—the one who saved my life. If it wasn't for him, I would've drowned. The moment he saw me, he barked and leapt up, licking my face as if scolding me for leaving.

I laughed through the tears. I loved that dog so much.

Yesterday was supposed to be my last day here.

I caught a glimpse of Aria, the previous maid, moving about the house. She must've rejoined while I was in the hospital. Seeing her there—back in the place that was always rightfully hers—made something sink in my chest.

I shouldn't feel hurt. This was always temporary. Still, watching someone else fill the space I'd once claimed—it stung more than I wanted to admit.

I packed my things in silence, folding each memory alongside every piece of clothing. Then, I stood by the window for a while, staring out, letting the weight of the past few weeks press against me.

Andrew. Fin. Leah. Mr. Holden. And... Mr. Erickson.

I checked my phone.

A message from the manager.

He'd given my job to someone else. Said he couldn't wait any longer.

Just like that, it was gone.

Back to square one.

No job. No plans. Just an overwhelming sense of loss.

As much as I tried to hold it in, tears began sliding down my cheeks—soft at first, then falling steadily like rain that wouldn't stop.

The door creaked open, and I quickly turned, wiping at my eyes. Mr. Erickson stepped in.

"Mr. Erickson," I said with a forced smile.

He paused, looking at me intently. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I muttered, shaking my head and turning away.

"Then why are you crying?" His voice softened as he approached.

I bit my lip, keeping my eyes low. "I lost both my jobs... and seeing someone else in my place—it hurt. I don't hate her, but... I just feel... replaced."

He chuckled suddenly.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked, annoyed, brushing away the rest of my tears.

"Even when you cry, you look adorable," he said with a smile that made my heart stutter.

Was that a compliment or sarcasm?

Then he said, "Should I fire that girl?"

I gasped. "Jeez! You make me sound like the villain. It was her job, after all."

He looked at me, and his voice dropped, serious now. "No one can replace you."

I froze. His eyes locked with mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. His next words were firm.

"Don't leave."

"B-but... I can't. I need to work. My family depends on me..."

"Then work here," he cut in, rubbing the back of his neck. "I need a personal assistant—someone to help with managing the house, checking finances, handling reports, that sort of thing. You'd be perfect."

I stared at him, unsure if he was joking or being serious.

He cleared his throat. "So... will you take it?"

I crossed my arms, raising a brow. "Only on one condition."

He leaned in, curious. "What?"

I glared. "Strictly no girls in this house. And absolutely no sex under this roof. If you have to do it, go somewhere else."

He burst into laughter, then gave me a lopsided smirk. "Deal."

I smiled for real this time.

But I couldn't help asking, "Wait... Mr. Erickson, a few days ago, you looked really stressed. What was that about?"

He shrugged, already turning to leave. "Ask yourself."

I blinked. "How am I supposed to ask myself when I don't even know the answer?"

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It's a short episode... :D