Rich Boys Do It Best

Shooting the messenger

"Hi, I'm Mark." Hand extended, he waits for me to join in on the introduction. "I'm Katelyn Rochester,"

"The boss's wife." I replied, wide smile planted on my face as I began to shake his hand.
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"I see you've met Mark." Leo says, approaching from behind of the blonde man who only a few seconds ago was choking on his saliva after learning his boss had married. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Leo isn't exactly someone known for settling down and only had one serious relationship over the past few years last I heard. What ever happened to her, not even the media knows.

Mental note: Don't talk about divorce unless I want to star in the first 48 hours.

"Shall we continue?" He asked. I simply nodded before walking along beside him, my heels making a clicking noise as I walk on the tiled surface and deeper into the room. We stop as we arrive in front of a room, outside having a large desk with an empty seat. "The room behind this desk is my office and this desk is where you'll be working. I already ran through your duties with you previously, if anything comes up I'll inform you. Any questions?" Leo says.

"Wanna have lunch together?"

  He blinked once. He blinked twice and then replied. "What makes you ask." He responds. I only shrug as he deepens his gaze. "Husband and wife bonding?" My answer came out as more of a question than a response. It didn't really change the fact that he couldn't say no. He just nods and retreats to his office and behind his large desk that's filled to the brim with papers.

   Easy to say that I spent first half of the work seated at my desk doing nothing of major significance besides work. That is, until an oddly familiar blonde approaches me. I wasn't sure if I should ask myself where I've seen her or where were her clothes. It took me the time she reached my desk to recognize her. Quite frankly, I wish I didn't recognize her at all.

She was the lady from my wedding.

   I was about to pick up the phone to notify Leo someone was waiting for him then she stopped me. "Don't worry, Nicole. He knows." She says before knocking on his door. Who's Nicole? Either way there was no sound of him saying the words 'come in' and a few seconds later the door flew open. Leo front and center, eying the lady up and down before turning to me. "Why didn't you notify me about her arrival." He asked

  I shifted beneath his gaze before finally making eye contact. "She said not to worry because you already knew." His expression after that said it all. You had one job.

   "Cassidy, how may I help you?" He asks, clearly quite frustrated at the current event. Seemingly not noticing, Cassidy replies to him with her voice as enthusiastic as ever. "Well, you can help in a lot of ways," she begins, stretching out her hand then squeezing his shoulder muscle. "Luke wants to hold you and your bed warmer a celebratory dinner this Thursday." Bed warmer? Does she have me confused with someone? Or is she just always confused?

"Bed warmer? I prefer the term wife, but Mrs. Rochester will do." I state. I'd drop dead before someone wearing more make-up than Pennywise makes a fool out of me. Especially in front of my husband. I couldn't even sit down any longer and before I know it I'm standing beside Leo and brushing her hand off if him. "I-I thought you were Nicole."

Nicole was his old PA if I remember correctly, but didn't she wear glasses?

   "I guess that's what happens when you're too busy thinking of ways to feel up someone else's husband." I retort. Watching as she found the right facial expression was like flipping through TV channels. I wonder what on HBO tonight. "Tell Luke we'd love to!" Especially if it's as entertaining as it is right now. Who knows, maybe she'll learn how to yield like a good girl. We wouldn't want her running around more than she should. "I guess I'll be seeing you both this Thursday." She says, turning on her heel then exiting the area.

"Guess you've never heard of don't shoot the messenger." Leo blankly comments. I release a soft sigh and then fold my arms. "I've heard," I say shrugging. "Just don't care."

  Before he has a chance to say anything else, my phone starts to buzz as an alarm echoed around us and both our gazes locate the sudden noise. Soon enough, his gaze shifts off the phone and to me. "You agreed to having lunch with me, didn't you?" I couldn't help but smile as I watched him nod slowly. He then walked into his office and quickly retrieved his glasses before speaking. "Is Chinese good enough?" He asks.

"Only if you're paying."