Her Assistant

[3] Phil

He still wondered where Chloe could've been. He strode to his desk then took his iPad resting on it. He re-read Jesse's e-mail, but this time, he read it religiously; he did not care who the hell he's working with at first, however, he just discovered that it is the Chloe Pike from his college days.

"Mr. Connor,

How are you? It's been years since I last saw you. I actually missed working with you despite what your father did. It occurred to me that you've started running your own business. Well, I hope you'd have a change of heart about that because I have no other contender who's fit to work with my cousin, Chloe Pike. I have asked your father about this, and he said you'd be glad to offer your services to the company.

You take control of things well, Phil. I hope you'd be able to help Chloe manage her position as acting President/CEO of Pike Industries. You will be her assistant/consultant. I have so much trust in you that I have greatly decided for you to take good care of my company and my arrogant cousin.

Continue on impressing me, please accept this opportunity to work in my company. You have no idea how things would go without your impeccable abilities.

Jesse R. Pike

CEO, Pike Industries."

He received another e-mail from Jesse a few minutes ago.

"Mr. Connor,

I hope you're doing well with Chloe. I know you are capable of profiling people. By now, you would've seen how arrogant and mean she is, and what kind of person my dear cousin is.

I would like to apologize in advance if ever there's something she's going to do that will offend you.

Now, moving on to the sole purpose of this message...

Here are some extra reminders aside from the Pike Industries Company Policy.

You are clearly aware of the fact that this is a workplace, thus, getting romantically and sexually involved with your co-workers is strictly prohibited. I would like you to watch over her, she shouldn't date anyone in the workplace or anyone who's indecent or would just want to sleep with her. I know you get my point, you're an intelligent man.

Second, if she fails to do her tasks on time (which I doubt), please do the necessary actions even if she gets annoyed.

Third, always bring a coat, she uses my coat frequently. Well, it's for you to find out why.

Fourth, keep a pair of spare heels in your car, she might need it. She is a size 7, she prefers a shade of royal blue.

Fifth, she prefers to drive alone, make sure you follow her. I don't want some sneaky rat bastards lingering around her. I want her safe, she is the future of this company.

Sixth, please notify me if she decides to go on a vacation or something. I would also like a weekly copy of her schedule and the tasks she accomplished.

Lastly, every Friday night, sometimes on a Saturday if her Friday is occupied, she'd stay in her apartment and get drunk. I don't know why she's doing that, but please on my behalf, bring her a hot venti cup of caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso the next morning. Pardon me on what you might see in the apartment, it happens once a week so you must be aware of her free days because it might happen frequently from now on.

I hope you'd do well, I'm sorry for putting you into this kind of trouble. Make sure she's always safe and sane. Thank you. If anything goes wrong, contact me ASAP.

Jesse R. Pike

CEO, Pike Industries

P.S. I left a folder containing her personal addresses and contact numbers, it's in your drawer."

He immediately went to take the folder inside his drawer. It has her present apartment address. He was tempted to go there, he doesn't want to wait in the morning.

However, she might be displeased. He sighed, contemplating whether to follow her or not. It was his task to keep her safe. It is certainly not healthy for her to get drunk every week.

F-ck it, I'm going, he thought.

He knocked on the door of her apartment, it wasn't hard to persuade the receptionist to let him get there because he brought flowers and a box of chocolates to make it look like he's going to surprise her. Another thing is, Rachel the receptionist is obviously new at the desk. She keeps on asking questions to the person beside her, well, who's also new as well. They can't answer questions immediately and they're unsure of their responses. It was a perfect timing for him to check on Chloe.

"Chloe?" He knocked twice. "It's Phil, I know you didn't want to be bothered so..."

"What the f-ck are you doing here, Phil?" A familiar voice said from his behind. He turned around to see Chloe there, standing behind him. She was wearing a black knee-length dress, her make-up was a mess and her face was a bit red.

"Where were you?" He asked. She was a bit flushed and she was holding a bottle of Jaegermeister that was half-full. "God, you were driving under the influence of alcohol?" He took the bottle from her hand.

"Hey! It's none of your business," she tried to take the Jaeger from him. But he was too quick for her especially she's tipsy.

"Chloe, are you really okay?" He said with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Yes, I am perfectly fine," she smiled sardonically. "What's with the flowers?"

"I'm supposed to throw these on my way up here. I just used them as props so they will let me in," he replied.

She sighed then pushed him out of her way, "Champagne it is for tonight then," she muttered. She was having trouble inserting her keys in the knob.

"Here let me help you," he offered but she hit his hand.

"I don't need your help Phil," she said then successfully opened the door.

"Wait," he said then placed his hand on her forehead, "You are sick."

"No, I'm not, I'm perfectly fine, no biggie," she giggled, she finally took the bottle from his hand then pushed him then she was about to close the door immediately but he stopped her.

"Let me take good care of you."

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This is the other half of the previous chapter :) I hope you enjoyed it. Next update will be next week!

Can I get at least ten votes and five comments on this one before I upload the next chappy? :)

Love,

C 💙