~ What If We could Rewrite the Stars ✨

Chapter 2

"Don't touch that!"

My heart almost leapt out of my mouth upon hearing the very familiar baritone from so near.

"So-sorry" I stammered.

He was in black t-shirt and black trousers. Black was my favourite colour. And he was my favorite person.

He walked to the bigger working table and sat on the revolving chair, gesturing me with his hands to sit down facing him.

Following my employer's instructions to tee was my favourite go-to-exercise. I sat down.

"I assume you are Mr. Nate Williamson."

I realised I was staring at him. I snapped out blinking a few times and replied lowering my eyes, "Yes, I am."

He grabbed a nearby file and pushed it towards me. "Contract." he uttered a single word this time.

I pulled it towards me and opened it.

"You need to be available 24/7 for me."

I nodded.

"Any and every task I give you, perform it without questioning."

I nodded again.

"Don't try to sneak out stuffs I used and sell them to my fans."

"Ah?" I looked up at him in awe.

He raised his brows, "Don't tell me you were thinking of this little side business?"

This time I shook my head in negative.

"Whatever you see or hear, must remain a secret."

"Yes" I replied figuring out it was impolite just to nod my head in response.

"This is not the only private residence I own."

"Yes"

"But my other residences have only a house keeper. Are you following?"

"Yes"

"Can you cook?"

"Yes"

"Can you do all the household chores?"

"Yes."

"Good. Cause you have to take care of me when I am staying over at other places or out for shooting. "

"Yes."

"Are you my fan?"

"Yes." It was too late. I already spoke out without thinking. He is still the same. Why does he always think I am his fan? Well yes, I am. But how on earth would he assume it about anyone who he had just met? Narcissist!

I looked up at him again, but this time with a slight displeasure. This was supposed to remain a secret. You shouldn't trick me like that. But my disappointment melted away when I saw him smiling at me.

"Your salary will be three hundred dollars a day. You will get bonus for extra good works too."

Three hundred dollars per day?!!! Am I dreaming???

I nodded, partly because I was afraid he would trick me again and partly because I was tongue-tied at that moment.

"So, would you like to sign the contract now or would you like to reconsider?" He asked placing one leg on the other while leaning back at his chair.

Reconsider my ass.

"No." I said.

He forwarded me a pen. My eyes were about to pop out. Am I going to sign the contract with a Aurora Diamante Fountain Pen?

I signed the contract very carefully. I don't want to cause any slightest defect to this valuable thing in my hand or else I might need to sell my kidneys to repay.

"How do you plan to be available 24x7 for me?"

"Umm.. keep my phone on?"

"No. By moving in here."

"Huh?" This was totally unexpected.

"I will ask my housekeeper to prepare a room for you. You can move in by next week."

"Oh! Errr.. you can keep my number incase you need to call me." I added timidly.

He extended his hand. I was confused for a second. Then he said, "Give me your phone." I handed it over to him.

My phone is luckier than me. Stop, Nate. Stop fanboying in work hours.
Hah, as if that was going to work.

He returned me my phone and said I have saved my number in your phone. Text me over WhatsApp.

"Pffftt!" I couldn't hold in the laughter. Did he for real save his name as King Dylan???? Okay, he might not be as perfect as I thought him to be. He sure is narcissist to boot.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I returned back to my poker face look and said "Nothing. I texted you."

"Okay. You can report to work from tomorrow."

"Thank you."

I did a little dance after I stepped out of the main gate. I still couldn't believe I could keep my composure intact infront of him.

You did well, big guy. Let me treat you to dinner tonight- I told myself. Hey, don't freak out. I talk to myself more than I talk with other people. Keke..

I suspect tonight I will have the most satisfying sleep I had in months, or maybe years. Atleast I won't be wondering about whether I can ever meet him or not in this lifetime.

All thanks to Mrs. Jones. She was Dylan's previous PA. I met her in one of the numerous networking events I attended. She wanted to go on maternity leave. I still don't know why she was so kind enough to introduce me as her replacement.

I always wanted to enter into the entertainment industry. Not because I wanted fame or money. But because Dylan was here. I never thought in the past three years in this industry that there would be one day when I would have the honour of becoming his assistant. I just wanted to repay him. He has saved my life once, but before I could gain enough courage to make friends with him, he had already graduated from our school.

Bonus

Dylan's pov:

I love how he always says "yes" to whatever I say. It almost makes me want to tease him.

"Are you my fan?" I secretly threw a celebratory punch into air. He looks angry on being deceived like this. But just look at his cheeks puff up. He is quite.. cute!

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