Just Coincidence

Chapter Eight

Melody POV

Three weeks later

"No she's not like Sasha! Eew, Paige is nothing compared to my arrogant, spoilt brat of an ex." Joshua grumbled.

"I hope so, that Sasha girl was really annoying. So when are we gonna see this Paige of yours." I wiggled my eyebrows, like he could even see me.

"Soon. My medical practices will soon be over. Expect me soon. Don't tell mom, I wanna surprise her." He said, and I could hear the snicker in his voice. But that wasn't the only thing I heard.

"Josh, did you pick an accent?" Because seriously he doesn't sound like the josh I grew up with. He sounds totally different.

"It's not my fault, Sha! I've been here for more than a year now. And it's easy to pick one anyways. Paige says it's sexy, is it?" He asked, and I ended up grumbling.

I wanted to give him an answer when I spotted Tristan from my office tint glass door, in all his arrogant and handsome glory. He's back so early!! He had a date with the daughter of one of our important client, first event he didn't need me to attend. I thought he would stay there....forever.

"I will call you later, josh. The devil just walked in." I murmured.

I heard the deep rumble of Joshua's laughter. "Have fun big sis."

I rolled my eyes before hanging up.

I stood up, and stretched my muscles, before straightening my skirt and making sure my blouse was tucked in properly. I picked my iPad and walked out of my office.

It's been three weeks since I became Tristan's assistant. I haven't killed him yet if you've noticed. And apparently working with him haven't been that great, but I was getting used to it. Just do what he says and everything will be good.

And I have three close friends now. Shannon will remain my bestie of course, then Karina and Sophie. Remember Sophie? The little black haired beauty I recommended which was miraculously hired by Tristan himself. I couldn't still grasp the events of that day. And then there was Gerald. I hardly ever see him, like I've seen him only once since three weeks and it was by accident. I wonder where he runs off to.

I knocked once. No answer. Well, I'm used to it. The reason he doesn't answer the first knock still is a mystery to me.

"I'm coming in!" I hollered before opening the door, without his normal, ' Come in '

He was perched on his desk, shoulders tense, his hand balancing his head. He looked tired, exhausted and pissed?

"How was your date, Sir?" I asked, making sure he heard me.
Since I started working I've been trying to make little talks with him, like, how was your night? Did you eat breakfast? Did you sleep well last night? Do you need another cup of coffee?

And guess what? All those questions are answered with. "Its none of your business. Miss whatever your name is can you stick with being my personal assistant and not my personal questionnaire?"