Her Mission

Her Mission-7

    Mason's POV
Managing the company after dad handed it over to me was a piece of cake since I've been practicing  this for years now.
  "When did the new workers start work?" I asked my secretary.
"About two weeks ago Sir. I already forwarded the list to your email, just in case you want to have a look at it" He replied.

Obviously dummy, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to see it. I thought but I didn't say it out loud.  "Manage the affairs of the daycare. The kids there would aid our sales in a way"
"Yes Sir. That's why we you have to spend time with them to gain their attention"
"Well, are you telling me what to do around here?" I questioned eyeing him up and down.
"No.. A-absolutely not Sir" He shuttered and literally sprinted off.

As I sat down in my office, I remembered my face off with Ms West and I couldn't help but chuckle lightly. She really messed with the wrong man. I'll make her my personal assistant then make her life a living hell, she'll have to quit herself. I smiled in content with my plan.

Right,  I'm Mason Geovani Weston. The sole heir of the Weston Empire and there's no one in the business world that hasn't heard of me. Before my dad gave me the company, I was running a mafia in Italy, the baddest mafia clan might I add and I loved it. The fear people had for me, the power and being in control. Because I'm in the business world doesn't mean my mafia clan went down. I gave it to my cousin Sergio to handle.

I'm half Italian half American so these things aren't new to me. Being the boss and all.
"Where is my new personal assistant?" I asked my secretary into the intercom.
"Sir, Ms West refused to leave the advertising department to become your assistant".
This Camila girl was really getting on my nerves. I got up from my chair and headed to the advertising department.

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Camila's POV
I went to work the next day with Ethan again and settled into my normal business.
The nerve of Mason, he thinks I'll leave the advertising department to become his personal assistant. What a joke.. I didn't spend four years in college to fetch someone things he can get himself. He isn't handicapped.

"Ms West, I want to know why you're not in your office?" Mason said glaring down at me.
"First, how'd you get into my office? Also, when I got employed into this company I was employed into the advertising department not be a slave to Mason department"

He looked a bit taken aback by my outburst and I couldn't help but notice how smooth his name felt coming from my lips. "Not now Cam" I snapped to myself mentally.
"For the last time Camila. Pack your stuffs and move to my office this instant." He sneered
"I am not moving anywhere, Mason." I replied matching his glare..
Honestly, if looks could kill. I'll be six feet down already.
"Camila fucking move your stuffs to my office now".
"Do not swear at me Mason. And I'd prefer to be fired than be your personal assistant"
"I wouldn't fire you Camila so respectfully move your stuffs to my office"
"If you won't fire me.. Then I'll quit"
Okay.. Wait a damn minute, the hell did I just say now?!!
"I won't accept your resignation letter too. Why make a fuss out of this matter" He glared

I couldn't take anymore of this nonsense, so I walked out.
What did I  ever do to this guy that's he's treating me in this manner. The judgemental gazes of my co workers weren't hidden. They all looked at me in disgust.. I think.
As I got into the elevator, I felt a hand grab my wrist.
"What do you want Mr Weston?" I said physically drained to argue any further.
"Move into my office" He ordered.
"I said I won't. I'll hand in my resignation letter tonight."
"You know, if you do that. You'll be putting a lot of people in danger" He said
"I don't understand"
"I own a mafia clan. I won't mind sending my men to kill your friends.. Noah and Raine" He said cockily.
I gasped in disbelief. He wouldn't do something like that.
"Trust me Cupcake. I would, if you dare" He said giving me a challenging gaze
"Why.. Why would you do that?"
"Because I'm Mason Geovani Weston. And I always get what I want Cupcake" He smirked
"Ok. Stop calling me Cupcake.."
"Spitfire then?"
"My name is Camila.." I said
I really didn't want to be his personal assistant but I couldn't risk my friends life for my stubbornness. He really looked like he'd kill in an instant to get what he wants.
"So what do you say Camila?" He asked.
Okay.. I'm loving the sound if my name on his lips. My subconsciousness purred. Not now Cam. I snapped to myself.
"Why are you doing this Mr Weston?" I asked clearly aggravated by this situation.
"Simple, you messed with me yesterday. This is payback"
"But.."
"No buts now Cupcake.. Would you move to my office now or I'll have your friends dead bodies delivered to your house"
I shivered in fear as I pictured that happening.
"Ok. I'll move into your office" I said warily.
"Nice decision mi rosa. One more thing"
"What else do you want from me?" I asked about to lose my cool.
"Don't tell anyone about this conversation. Not even your friends"
"Else what?" I asked challenging him.
"Your son, Ethan. Goes for it"
I couldn't believe this guy. He would kill a child to get what he wants. What's his problem?!!
"Are you nuts?!" I yelled
"Call me whatever you wish Cupcake. I don't care"
"If I agree to do all of these, nothing would happen to them"
"I promise" He said.
"Yeah sure Mr Weston. I agree then" I said already cursing myself mentally.
"Alright. Its Mason for you Cupcake,  you can call me Mason. I like how it sounds coming from you." He said and walked  off.

Okay so what in the amazing world of Spongebob was that?!. Was Mason flirting with me just now?!

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And that ladies and gentlemen was how my life became more horrible than it already was all thanks to Mason Weston.
I groaned but headed to my office to pack my things to Mason's office.
Someone add that to list of reasons why Camila West hates her life.

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