P.S.S (Personal Spy Secretary) Season 1

Chapter 2 (half of one)

I got into my room, and locked the door and asked "Okay, WHAT IS IT?" I asked. "Do you have to lock the door?" He asked. "Yes, it just makes me feel like no one is watching me, like I am on my own. I am sorry if you don't like but bear with me for a little while."

"Little while? You kidding me? You are going to work there." he said and smirked. "Guess I am." I said and smiled. "Okay now we can get to business. I will give you basic information on WOOS." He said and I agreed.

"So...WOOS is a secret organization-" "I know that" I interrupted. "The head of the WOOS is-" "Your Father, I know that too." "Okay... you are going to work there for...... forever, we can say." "FOREVER?! I knew I was going to work over there, but not forever." I said.

"Well, that organization will be there forever. So you must work for your whole life." He said.

"After Uncle Watson dies, you are going to be the next head right?" I asked. "Yes." He said. "What if... you will get a stroke and die?" I asked. "Do you want me to die?" He asked. "Possibility is there." I said and smirked.

"There are 4 elite people in our company, that will take, the president's position if all the current heirs are done, or the youngest one is immature. And once the youngest immature one reaches his or her eighteenth age, they will take over, from the elites."

"What if all the elites-"

"This is a secret organization. Unless planned, nothing of this sort is going to happen. And, if you are going to go for planned, I am reminding you again, this is a secret organization" with the last words, a bit softer.

"Okay....What is I going to work as?" I asked. "Simple, my P.A" "WHAT?" I asked. "What? My- Personal-Assistant. Loud and clear, amn't I? "He grinned.

"I would better suicide" I said. "Why, may I ask?" he asked. "I hate your guts." I said. "Coincident or not, I hate yours as well." He said and smirked. "Just wash off that smirk off your face. I hate that too." I said. He was smirking too much. "Well, then, just tell, wholly, that you hate me completely. No need of taking each and every point and telling that I hate you" he said. "Yeah, I hate you completely." I agreed. After all, he was the one who proposed that beautiful proposition.

"Well, considering the facts, you have no choice but to be my P.A." he said. "Yeah, no choice, completely no choice." I said and sighed and sat on my bed. "What about my school? Where is this organization situated?" I asked.

"This organization is in Winnipeg, almost 4 hours from here. And about you're school; you will be attending another one at Winnipeg." He said. "What about Laury?" I asked. "Who?" he asked. "Lauryna, my maid, what about her?" I asked. "You are going to be my maid. And you want another one?" he raised his eyebrow. "I am your P.A, right" I asked. "Whatever, both of them is almost same?" He said and rolled his eyes. No use of arguing with him.

"So, where will I be staying?" I asked. "My father is having a villa, but, we won't be staying there." He said. Then why did you tell? I wanted to ask, but refrained myself. "We have dorms in our company. I am always staying there. It is having a good view to the streets, no need to wake up early, compared to staying in the villa, and so on." He said. I just asked where. I didn't ask why. And I asked about me, not you. "And you ...." He started. Thank God, I thought he almost forgot about me. "You will be staying with me." He said. What? "Well, you are my P.A., after all." He said. "Hey, is your mom staying at the villa?" I asked, curious. "Well, what can I say; she used to spend most of her time, with your mother." He said, and a small Oh escaped my mouth. "Anyway, start packing lady; we have to leave within... (He glanced at his watch) 50 minutes." "What? Fifty minutes? I asked. "Yeah, quicken up lady, because your days are just beginning." He said with a smirk.