Personal assistant

Titanic

"She did WHAT?!"

Matt spiked, and Sasha laughed, putting a hand on his arm to chill him out.

"You see this is why I didn't want to tell you," I whined in an exasperated tone.

"It's cool I'm not mad," he sniffed self consciously, shrugging Sasha off. I raised my eyebrows.

"Ok I'm fucking pissed," he admitted.

"Yeah like who does she think she is?" Sasha nodded in agreement.

"Guys it's fine come on I just want to forget about it," I moaned, smashing my face into a pillow on my bed.

"Oh I'm never gonna let her forget," Matt seethed, half joking half not.

"She doesn't deserve you, and it wasn't deep enough for her to yell like that." Sasha grumped and I extracted my grimace from the pillow.

"You guys are so cute, but seriously I can handle her, she's just a girl. Woman... Lady."

They both exchanged knowing glances and then looked at me with evil grins. 

"What?" 

"I told you she was hot!" Matt proudly announced.

"She's so smitten look at her." Sasha tapped me playfully on the nose and I flapped her away, irritated that they both worked out my crush so quickly.

"So tell us, does she like you back? Or is it too early to tell?"

"Too early to..." 

"Bullshit," Matt interrupted, and I rolled my eyes. "What don't look at me like that, I've known Sofia longer than you and she can't hide shit when it comes to attraction. She's a flirt."

"Doesn't surprise me," I muttered in response. "If I looked like that I'd flirt with anything too."

"Babes, you do look like that," Sasha piped. "Wait what does she actually look like?"

"Well that's any flattery I had stripped from that comment then Sash, thanks."

Matt browsed his phone quickly and held up it up for her to see. Sasha didn't even look remotely impressed. 

"What, she's what all the fuss was about? You'd run circles round her any day of the week just saying."

"Sash, what are you on about. She's gorgeous, don't you think she's a catch?"

"Nope."

"What photo is that Matt?" I asked, trying to steal a glance.

"Just the first photo that came up after I searched her name, It's quite old actually, maybe seven years or so? It was after winning a court case, it was very famous at the time but also extremely confidential, not much is known about it."

I took the mobile from him, looking down at the image that glared back at me. Same luscious black curls, same full lips and dark eyes, though they looked hollow. She didn't have that aspect of her character that commanded every setting she walked into. A shell of a woman, she limply held the hand of her lawyer, who if anything looked like he'd personally benefitted more from the case than her. With her millions, I'm sure he had.

"She looks a lot younger in this Sash, maybe you'd think different if you saw her for real."

I handed the phone back to Matt, and Sasha scoffed, adamant that she wouldn't.

"She was very interested in meeting you after my glowing report," Matt boasted, and I immediately let it go to my head.

"Well she seemed to like what she saw," I replied, ego taking the forefront.

"I knew it," he concluded, and started to snigger at my expense with Sasha.

"Right that's it you pair of buffoons, it's 22:30, get out." I shoved them off my bed and towards the door efficiently.

"Oh I like that, nice to know I'm welcome here." He dramatically held onto the doorframe with his fingertips, and Sasha lunged for his hand.

"I'll never let go Jack!"

"Rose, You promised!"

"Oh my god, would you clowns shut the fuck up," I retorted, booting the door closed. Their cackling was still audible from outside my room which I was finally able to have to myself, and I must admit, I was struggling not to laugh also, they were so funny. 

I must have fallen asleep whilst reading one of my favourite books, as it was splayed out on my face when I woke up. I loved this author, the plots seemed childlike, but she aimed her writing at young adults, almost as an attempt to keep their imagination alive. I lazily stretched out my arms and yawned, turning to the side with my eyes half closed. The illuminated numbers on my digital clock read 6:32, and I yawned again, rolling over.

6:32...

My eyes shot open.

"SASHA!"

I scrambled around my room for something to wear and she finally appeared, casually munching on a bowl of cereal in her bathrobe.

"Yeah, what?"

"Why didn't you wake me when my alarm didn't go, I have less than half an hour to get to work!" Her eyes widened and she cast her bowl of cereal aside, ripping through my drawers and snatching a cream fitted blouse. 

"Why do none of your skirts reach your knees you hooker?!" She yelled, running out of my room and into hers.

"Well I never, that was rude," I replied, laughing beside my panic. She whipped back in, tripping over my louboutins in the flurry. She started cursing them, but then realised they were a good option to wear and threw them at my head instead. You're gonna have to wear one of my skirts, you want black or navy? I chose navy, and she hustled me into my outfit, slapping a granola bar into my hand whilst shoving me out the door at high speed for the second morning in a row. 

"Thanks mom," I joked, stepping into my car. She just yelled go at me about sixty times until I finally reversed out the drive. There wasn't traffic today, so I tried my hardest not to speed, but I don't think I succeeded, I reckon a ticket was gonna come my way in the next few weeks. I swung into a parking spot which was as near to the entrance as I could get, and glanced at my watch as I scurried through the doors. 

6:55. 

Oh thank god.

I closed my eyes in relief as I stepped into the elevator. 

"Morning my little night owl, glad to see you made it!" I turned my head towards the sound and noticed Rupert, waving exaggeratively as some onlookers at the desk were watching and smiling in good spirits. I gave him a sarcastic thumbs up as the doors closed and jumped up and down nervously, willing the elevator to go faster. I whipped through the door at 6:59, gobsmacked I'd managed to be on time. The first thing I noticed was the room was incessantly bright, most likely from the morning rays, and she'd ditched her jacket on the back of her seat. She drew away in her chair, and looked at me with a laid back exterior, but I felt like I couldn't breathe as I looked upon her glowing complexion, waiting for my verdict.