Devil-grethan-

fifteen

Grayson Bailey

I flinched harshly, sighing frustratedly as every little thing irritated me, my chair too close to my desk so my thighs hit the table making my eyes roll. I groan in frustration, emails flying in from Wakeheart about Ethan and Michaels new signature fragrance line that launched Friday. Of course I had to set up all the little details and make sure everything was perfect.

Not gonna lie the pay is amazing, and the little tips on the side are awesome too, if you know what I mean. It's just I work my ass off and I have no name in this, and to make matters worse Ethan treats me like his slave in the office which pisses me off so much.

The phone rings abruptly, "fuck off" I mutter, letting it ring out because what ever he needed at the moment could wait. I reviewed over the details of this fragrance line, making sure the release dates and pricing are correct. Calculating tax and shipping and all that fun stuff to make sure everything was picture perfect.

After about twenty minutes my phone rang again, "fucking hell" I groaned, picking up the phone and holding it to my ear with an attitude. "Sir?" I answer blandly, "Well hello, Mr. Bailey" Michael chuckles on the other line making me flush in embarrassment, regretting the way I had answered to him.

"Oh, my apologies. I wasn't expecting your call" I apologize earning another small laugh from him. "I called you a bit ago but you seemed to be busy. Could you please meet with me in my office?" He asks me, my lip immediately becoming a chew toy.

"Yes sir, I'll be down there in just a moment" I answer, "Okay, see ya" He discloses, the line dropping. I sigh in relief, getting out of my chair and heading out of my small office, accidentally hitting my hip on the knob making me curse loudly.

I get to mikes office down the hall, knocking on the door lightly. "Come in" He calls, I open the door, Bianca coming into view making me internally scoff. "Yes sir?" I ask, not bothering to acknowledge her. Mike purses his lips, "Ethan isn't answering the phone" he states making my brows furrow.

"He's not in a meeting if that's what your asking" I inform him and he shakes his head, "somethings wrong with him, his office is locked and I was wondering if maybe you had a key" he asks and I shake my head, "I don't believe so" I try and think, not remembering receiving a key from him.

"He could of gone home" I suggest and mike shakes his head, standing with a worried look on his face. "He left this in my mail when I arrived to work" he hands me a piece of paper, I unfold it and read, my eyes tracing the delicately written words.

If you need anything call Grayson, don't bother me. He can handle it, I'll be in my office majority of the day, you need to take care of our meetings today. - E

I purse my lips, handing the paper back to him. I practically march down the hall, leaving Mike standing with a confused face. "Ethan!" I bang on his frosted glass door, "busy!" He calls with an attitude. "Open the damn door, E" I demand, not dealing with anyone's bull shit.

I hear heavy foot steps before the door swings open, "what?" He growls, peaking his head out the door with messy hair. "What are you doing in there?" I ask, my brows furrowed, "Nothing" he denies.

"Well can I come in?" I ask and he sighs, looking up at the ceiling before back at me, "no, you can not" he shuts me out, practically slamming the door in my face. I turn around to see Mike and Bianca watching from a distance.

I take a chance and turn the knob, the door opening immediately, I barge in, seeing the touchy feely lady from the exhibit on his couch. Ethan sat right next to her his arm practically around her before he noticed me. "Grayson, get out!" He yells making my eyes widen.