Tell Me Lies

New Beginnings

Alexandra

She ached terribly; but that would not stop her from working. Working was her refuge. She channeled her pain, her anger, her misery into her work and so far it had never failed her. She was a success.

Signing off on the summer issue of her magazine' Xandra', she was about to call it a day when her secretary's voice came in through the intercom.

'Miss Anderson, your 4:30 is here'

She was momentarily confused, "Which 4:30?", she wondered.

She just wanted to go home and sleep.

That's what she needed, good sleep. Edward was out of town and as much as she hated to admit it, she was happy. She did not have to go home, constantly worrying about what she would do to upset him and which injury would send her to the ER this time. Anyway it was not his fault. He only got that way when she did something stupid, and she sure could be stupid and clumsy sometimes. He loved her, and because he loved her, he had to hit her to straighten her out. He always made up for it with special surprises, extra warmth and affection. He loved her and she loved him. No one would understand their relationship like only they could.

'I don't have a 4:30, Lisa, cancel', she finally said; massaging her temples to ease the pain in her throbbing head.

'Remember you said you needed a new driver, Ma'am. I approved of him but I know how you like to see them first'. Her secretary sounded persistent and it suddenly dawned on her, how, she had been angry at her that morning, that she hadn't found a new driver to replace the old one, who was given the sack the day before. The poor girl probably didn't want any trouble by sending this one away.

' Send him in then'.

She let out a tired sigh and straightened herself. It made her look more powerful when people walked in and saw her behind the huge desk. Instant respect crossed their features and that made her feel proud.

She didn't need to check her face. She knew she looked flawless even after a long day. She knew a single hair wouldn't be out of place and her make-up would still be spot on.

She watched as a young man in his mid-twenties walked in; with skin a glazed mocha and eyes a guarded brown. He was smartly dressed, well, as well as these people could dress, in a blue cotton shirt and a pair of trousers.

'You are?' she asked, getting straight to the point.

'Aiden, Ma'am'.

Your parents gave you a single name, Mr. Aiden?' she retorted impatiently.

' Davidson, Ma'am'. He simply said, looking her square in the eyes.

This one was brave. Most people dared not look her in the eyes.

'If you're here, it means my secretary finds you qualified. I'll not bother with any other questions. Since I really need a driver, I suppose you'll have to do for now. I require everyone I work with to sign a non-disclosure agreement and since you're going to be my driver, and you'll have primary information on my locations and what I do, even in my personal life. I am going to need you to sign the agreement'.

She watched as a look of confusion crossed his strong features. It amused her that the guy did not know what a non-disclosure was. He was lacking on the side of looks, and was capping it off with being stupid as well. 'Wow', she thought to herself.

Leaning back in her chair, she contemplated sending him away. But doing so would mean a huge inconvenience to her and if he could drive well and keep his mouth shut,  she wouldn't need him to be intelligent to pass up for the job.