His Little Assistant

Chapter One

Feena Lee's POV

I walked down the busy street trying to avoid bumping into anyone in fear of ruining the expensive outfit I was wearing. Well, expensive to me at least.

It was hard to dodge the distracted people. They were too busy with there jobs or phones to focus on not crushing me. I looked at the cracked watch on my wrist to see I had five minutes to get to my location before I'm late. It was nearly impossible to see over the large crowd of people with my short height.

I felt intimidated by the crowd and wanted nothing more to return to my apartment and lay in the comfort of the small couch that folded out into a bed while watching a cheesy movie. Instead I was here...

Finally, I sighed in relief at the sight of the top of the large building. It was hard to miss since it was one of the tallest in this area of New York. I quickened my pace and hurried to the entrance. I took a deep breath before opening the door and taking a step inside.

The inside was stunning. I could see my reflection in almost everything and I was almost afraid to take a step. The clearing of someone's throat brought me out of my daze. I looked up to see a lady sitting at the desk in front of me. "You going to do something or what?" The lady asked rudely. She looked very strict with small glasses perched up on her nose and squinty eyes. She looked old too!

"Oh, yeah! I'm here for the assistant interview!" I said smiling. She looked me up and down and it seemed that her eyes got even squintier. If that was possible

"You sure?" She asked. I nodded my head.

"Well you have 1 minute to get to the top floor of the building and check in. The women up at the desk will help you from there." She said and leaned back in her chair grabbing the magazine she was reading. It took a second for my mind to click in on what she said.

1 minute!

I quickly turned and ran to the elevator and repeatedly pressed the button in hopes in would open faster. News flash. It didn't. The doors finally opened and I ran in before pressing number 50 since it was the highest number. The doors shut ever so slowly and the elevator jerked up at the pace of what seemed like a turtle with a broken leg. Almost like it was taunting me.

Finally, after God knows how long the doors opened and I ran out not bothering to check for people in front of me. I ran straight to the receptionist desk. "I-I'm here for the a-assistant interview." I said panting.

"You're late." The women muttered. She was about the same as the women down stairs except for younger and slightly less strict and squinty looking. "Name?" She asked.

"Feena Lee." I said. She typed something into the computer before averting her gaze back to me.

"Your name will be called in just a second. You may go wait in the waiting room till then." She pointed over to a door with the words 'waiting room' written above it.

"O-okay, thank you." I turned and went towards the door. I slowly opened it to see many other women and some men sitting in there. The women were applying lip stick, fixing there outfits, or simply looking over themselves in a mirror whilst the men sat there either reading a magazine or eyeing the women. I uncomfortably shuffled my way through the people till I found an empty seat to sit in.

Many people's names were called as I was sitting down. It took a while until my name was called.

I stood up quickly and brushed out my outfit. With unsteady steps I walked to the door and saw a women waiting for me.

"Mrs. Lee?" I nodded and she motioned me to follow her. I shuffled behind her and she led me to a large door.

"Good luck," she muttered. "Your gonna need it." She then walked away leaving me confused and a little scared.

Taking a deep breath I grasped the door handle and opened it only to reveal a man standing and staring out a large window. At the sound of the door opening, he turned around and glanced at me.

His stance was intimidating. I got anxious from the his dominating gaze. He looked like he could crumble me up in a ball and toss me out the window with only his look. Not only was he intimidating he was also incredibly handsome. Which only worried me more.

"Mrs. Lee, come take a seat." He point at the chair in front of the large desk. I took baby steps over to the chair and sat down even though I wanted nothing more than to just get up and run.

He sat down in his chair and propped his legs up on his desk. "Mrs. Lee, I would like to know the real reason you want this job and not some bullshit reason." His statement was unexpected and surprised me. I straightened up.

"Wh-what?" I stuttered.

"Tell me Mrs. Feena Lee what is the reason that you want this job really? Is it because you think that's somehow I will be drawn to you, fall in love, and you will get all my money? Is that it?"

I could not believe what I was hearing. Was I daydreaming or something? "N-no sir. I n-need money, b-but not like that!" I stated. Did he really take me for someone desperate enough for money that I would act like a gold digger.

"Really?" He asked and stood slowly up from his desk. "So you are telling me you will actually work if you get this job." Of course. What else does he expect me to do.

"O-of course, sir!" He looked at me. I felt very exposed as though he was looking inside my head and seeing what I was thinking.

"Where are you from Feena?" He asked.

"I'm originally f-from Oklahoma, sir." I said.

"And what made you come here."

"I just wanted a change of scenery I guess." I bit my lip. I hated being questioned like this. It made me scared that I would say the wrong thing.

"Where do you see yourself in a few years?" He asked.

"Hopefully sir, with a well paying job, a larger apartment, and no bills to be payed." I said averting my gaze from him. It was habit of mine not to look at people directly into their eyes, as if I was afraid they would see directly into my mind.

"7:00 in the morning, Mrs. Lee. I expect to see you here not a second late. I don't give second chances." I could not believe what I was hearing. He asked me 3 questions and just like that I actually landed myself a job?

"Really?" I asked.

His glare deepened.

"I-I mean...Thank you so much Mr..." I drawled off. Oh Jesus, I didn't even know my own bosses name. I looked around the room till the name plate on the desk caught my eye. "...Rivera!" I finished off.

I stood up from my chair and almost ran out of the office not before giving him one last nod. I was so happy. I skipped past the receptionist desk and stepped into the elevator once it opened. As I was going down something inside me clicked. 'Rivera', where have I heard that name before? I looked around the elevator as if it would give me a clue, and it did.

On the handles, side, and above the door was the words 'Rivera Co'. Rivera...Mr. Rivera...the CEO of Rivera Co. was my boss, and I did not even realize!

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