The Secretary

I'm Done

I walked into the business. The one and only Family Business Beer CO. Owned by Jensen Ackles, billionaire, single, hot, sexy, actor and director, model, singer, oh yeah, and my boss.

I applied for this job about 6 years ago, and in my second year, Jensen and his wife had gotten divorced. The man was devastated, broken.

It wasn't too long until he had started drinking, which he had gotten completely addicted to, and had almost led to him destroying his reputation.

Almost lost all of his money, but thanks to a ton of sales from die hard fans, he got himself together, well for the most part.

On my desk, was a pair of underwear, and a bra thrown on my chair. This was the 3rd time this week. He began fucking girl after girl, after girl.

If he had some stuff going on down there, I wouldn't be surprised. He kinda deserves it, having no respect for himself like this.

I grabbed the underwear and the bra and threw it in the trash can, sighing. This was it. This was the last time I'm dealing with his shitty antics.

I sat down in my chair, and turned on the computer, writing my letter of resignation. Jensen's voice came in through the mic on the phone.

"Y/n, can you come into my office please?" He said.

"Yes, I'll be right there." I said, forcing the politeness through my teeth.

I got up from my chair, and crossed the room, entering Jensen's office.

"Could you get me a vanilla bean Frappuccino from star bucks, and spike it with whiskey please?" He asked. "Then after that can you check the emails, and the phone calls and tell me what's happening with the partnership offers?"

I was furious at his words, his calm tone, his absolutely blind sense that he just flung the girl's underwear on my desk and chair.

"Yeah, of course I can do that. You want me to call the girl you fucked with last night to come and get her shit too?" I shouted.

Jensen looked up from his computer. "Y/n, are you okay?" He said, his eyes filled with concern.

"No, I'm not fucking okay! I'm done with your shit Jensen! I just came in to let you know that I'm putting in my letter today! I quit!" I yelled and stormed out of his office and back into mine.

I heard Jensen scramble out of his chair, and go after me, grabbing my arm before I reached my desk.

"Why are you quitting? What? What is it? Why?" He asked, the questions flying out of his mouth.

I did nothing, instead just pointed to the trash can and stared at him.

His eyes drifted down my arm, looking at the trash can. Without releasing my arm, he looked in the trash can, seeing the underwear and bra.

"You're leaving because of that, giving up this company that you've been working with for 6 years and you're giving it up for that?" He asked me.

"Not for just that smart ass. For you bringing girl's back to your office left and right, for hearing your moans through the damn wall, for cleaning up your's and her cum mess. For always having to pick up her leftovers for the past 6 weeks." I said pointing to the trash can. "When I applied for this job, I didn't apply to be a porn janitor for 4 years out of the 6. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a resignation letter to finish." I said, walking to my desk and putting in the letter.

"You, you can't leave. Please y/n, you just can't. I'll stop, just please don't leave." Jensen begged.

Is he begging? What the hell, he never begs, and why for me not to leave? I thought.

"Jensen, I've already made up my mind. I'm tired of it all. I'm done." I said, shooting him a glance.

"Y/n, the company needs you. I need you, you're my best friend. You've been here for 6 years, pulling through the thick and thin. Please, you can't just get up and leave." Jensen pleaded.

"Your right, I can't just get up and leave. That's why I'm still gonna stay for another 2 weeks. That way I have time to find another job while I still work here for what little time I have left."

I finished writing my letter, and forwarded it to Jensen's email.

"Now if you'll excuse me Mr. Ackles, I have work I need to attend to before your partnership offers are expired, and you're late to appointments." I said, my professional tone thick.

Jensen sat there for a moment, dejected and vulnerable. I almost felt bad for the man, but then everything I've had to do for the past 4 years and how they've gotten worse over the past 6 weeks just makes me angry.

He then got up, cleared his throat, and fixed his tie, and walked back to his office, closing the door behind him.

Ashley, our receptionist, rang through the speaker on the phone.

"Y/n, is everything okay up there?" She asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Okay, um Danneel is here to see Jensen."

"Does she have an appointment?"

"No. She says it's urgent."

"Alright, let me check with the boss." I said.

"Hey no, wait you can't go up yet, Danneel!" I heard Ashley say through the phone. "I guess you don't need to check with the boss anymore." Ashley squeaked.

Just as the words left Ashley's mouth, Danneel burst through my office door, and little girl trailing behind her. I pointed to Jensen's office, standing up.

"Give me a minute to let him know." I said walking to the door. "Jensen." I said, walking into his office and closing the door behind me.

He had a beer in his hand, and his eyes were red, like he had been crying.

"Oh god, Jensen, clean yourself up, get all professional real quick. Danneel is here, and she looks like she needs to speak with you." I said, grabbing the beer bottle and grabbing a few tissues, wiping the stray tears from his face.

"Now put a smile on that face. Act professional, you do that for a living." I said, fixing his tie.

I walked back to the door, taking one more look at Jensen, making sure he looked decent.

I then opened the door, letting Danneel and the little girl in Jensen's office.