Her Assistant

[17] Phil/Chloe

This is an unedited draft of this story so please bear with me. Fast pace of the story, and other errors should be expected. I will edit per chapter (by elaborating further with intricate details and fixing plot holes) once I am done with the whole story.
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Phil/Chloe

Waking up next to an empty space was the worst. Recalling the events of last night made him feel worse, and seeing her cry
was hurting him.

It just ended. He began to wonder why she was acting like that.

Chloe was staring blankly at the horizon New York has to offer. Debating whether what she did was right or not, she became worried. How could she just leave Phil there when he pleaded?

Should I call him or not?

Yes, you should. You're the reason why the guy got damn drunk in the first place, a part of her said.

She gave in out of guilt, so she reached for her phone, and saw a message.

From Phil:
"Were you able to get home safely?"

Sighing, she replied, "Yes." It is still his job to care, she thought.

Quickly, he responded:
"Good, have you eaten some breakfast?"

"Yes," she lied, in fact her stomach was grumbling. Phil might scold her or do something about it at least. It'd be better if he would take the day off today. "Please take a rest today, Phil."

Phil frowned for he had hoped that he would see her today and apologize. His phone soon rang and it was Jesse Pike who was calling. He answered, "Mr. Pike, good morning."

"Likewise, Phil, how's Chloe doing recently?" Jesse responded.

"She's great, everything is working better than expected. Investors are happy, and--"

"I know," Jesse cut him off abruptly, "I mean, well, is she really okay? It's Saturday morning, haven't you checked on her yet?"

Oh right, he was obliged to do that. He knew that every Saturday morning she'd be surrounded by empty bottles and her face would be against the carpet, probably. That would be unnecessary because it was obvious that Chloe was sober and she was able to bring him home. "She didn't drink, she's fine."

"Make sure she's okay, Phil. I know that she's home alone. I hope you're doing your job well," Jesse said with a hint of threat. It's like he was saying that he should be there with her.

Clearly, Jesse still knew nothing about them.

"I will." He replied then Jesse hung up. Phil headed to the shower to freshen up. After brushing his teeth he took some pain relievers to help him with his hangover. Then he wore his jeans, shirt, and jacket along with his old pair of sneakers. He dropped by Starbucks to buy coffee and a sandwich for Chloe knowing that she was too lazy to get breakfast.

Meanwhile, on the other side of New York...
Chloe wanted to do some work but she just stared at her computer screen -- trying to distract herself from Phil and Jesse. It was useless.

Someone was knocking on her door, so she stood up and walked there. "Who is it?" She asked.

"It's Mikey." The man with a British accent said.

"Oh, hold on," she opened the door, and was surprised to see Teddy's friend who's a model, there. Holding a bouquet of daisies, he gleamed handsomely. He wore a plain black shirt, a pair of faded jeans, and sneakers, despite the simplicity, he looked splendidly sexy. "How did you--"