The CEO and his secretary

Chapter 3

The dark haired boy rushed home that evening, releasing a scream of frustration once he finally caged himself in his messy apartment. He hated every single moment , how he was forced to bend his will to satisfy his boss. Funny to say that he was practically drooling over that man till yesterday.

His phone dinged with the rush of messages. He knew who it was but he did not bother. He knew them both for over long enough to know that they would be breaking in...

" STILES " Amelia and Jacob flung open his door that sent the pot of flower, the supposedly 'good luck charm', toppling over and crashing on the floor.

If the ignored messages was not a good enough warning to leave him alone, his appearance surely made them both silent. His hair strands were messily ruffled making it look like he got passed a storm. His specs unbalanced hanging low at the tip of his nose, threatening to fall. Hell, his life just got ruined.

Soon enough, he broke down cherishing the moments when he was non-existent, when he would sip over a cup of coffee and get lost in his own world of programming and now here he is.

His two bestfriends got the hint and warmed him up with a blanket and a hot milk chocolate. It was all peaceful until a voicemail sounded in the scene.

"Note that as a secretary I expect you to get here at 7 a.m. You will also be required to run my personal errands, handle calls, attend to meetings, make the necessary arrangements in case of travel and reservation, check my emails and of course satisfy my coffee addiction, which would be a Café latte "

All hell broke loose, as Stiles trashed around but could not get any further as two bodies restricted him.

"I can't believe it "

"Look on the bright side Stiles"

"There is no bright side Jacob"

"Actually there is"

"Go ahead"

"You could cast a spell on h-"

The sharp gaze made Jacob shut up but he waved his hands in a reassuring way.

"Let me explain there is some logic there. I mean you already do have a Harry Potter resemblance plus your mom died wh-"

An uncomfortable silence settled. Different from his usual self, Jacob gaze held an apologetic look. A loud sigh escaped the lips of Stiles , trying hard to cover up his shaky voice.

"Guys I need to sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day" Stiles said while standing up.

There was a minor struggle between Amelia and Jacob to get out of the door and it did not escape Stiles ears. But he had other plans for tonight; eyes teary and heart heavy. Yes way different, as he got lost in a memory of the past , that one night.