Cymbeline's POV:
The next day, Remington gave me a keycard, a badge, and put my credentials in the system. It was official.
I worked for Remington Mars. And who Remington worked for? I had no idea. The CEO wasn't here today.
Apparently, they were yesterday and that's who visited Timothy.
"Remington, would you like these stamped, faxed, or mailed?" I asked him as I sorted through the endless stack of papers on his desk.
"Whatever is easiest for you. I'm adaptable," he answered simply.
I walked over to the copier and put the papers through the machine.
"So, Bradley, huh? You like him?" Remington asked as he sidled up next to me and opened a drawer.
"Why, you jealous?" I bumped his arm with my shoulder.
He scoffed. "Yea, you wish."
"No, no, I think you're in love with me Mr. Mars," I teased. "And if you aren't, well you are definitely almost there."
"Oh yea, for sure. You had me at 'learn to walk, will you,'" he grinned at me as he reiterated the first words I ever spoke to him.
"I know, I'm just so charming," I flipped my hair over my shoulder and put the original paper back on his desk.
"Sooo, have any plans this weekend?" he asked as he sat behind his desk and sorted through endless amounts of papers. How he was able to do that and talk at the same time, I had no idea.
"Yea. I'm going to be hanging out with Bradley and a couple of friends," I smiled to myself. He stayed silent for a little.
"I see. Well, be careful," he smiled tightly as he met my eyes. Be careful? Of what? All I was doing was hanging out.
"And are you doing anything interesting this weekend, Mr. Mars?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood again.
"Oh, Cymbeline. First lesson as my assistant: I'm always doing something. Can you mark on my calendar for tomorrow that I need to head to the airport? And then right below that, put 'celebrate.' Thanks," he ended the conversation as he stood up and exited his office swiftly.
I watched after him. Clearly, he didn't want to talk about whatever was happening this weekend. So far, he wasn't too bad. I didn't completely hate being his assistant. But then again, it was only the second day.
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The next day, Saturday, Raquelle and I packed for the beach. I wore an orange two piece under some shorts and a light sweater.
Raquelle was wearing a black one piece under a flowy dress. She looked like a natural beauty.
When Bradley texted me that they were here, we rushed outside and met them in his black Mercedes Benz.
Throughout the ride, we sang along to classic songs and played I Spy. And damn it all, I had a tremendous amount of fun during this car ride alone.
"We're here," Bradley cheered as we all filed out of his car. Raquelle and I ran towards the water, slowed by the sand beneath our feet. God, this was the perfect weather today. The boys appeared moments later with all of the towels, snacks, and bags. Whoops.
"Let's go!" Raquelle exclaimed, pointing at the ocean. I glanced to the boys who were putting the things down gingerly.
Time for a show.
Excitedly, I stripped off my sweater and unbuckled my shorts. In one swift motion, Raquelle took off her dress. We grabbed hands and ran into the deep blue pool of salt water. I could physically feel all the stares we got. And it felt kind of nice.
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