"Being Ben's"

7. Misunderstanding

"Wait... what? Personal assistant?" I raised an eyebrow. I couldn't stand eating dinner with this man for five minutes how was I going to entertain him as his personal assistant. I scoffed as he looked me unamused. "Do you not understand? Do I need to say it in french?"

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I would advise you to quit questioning my decisions." He stacked papers that were in front of him for the fifth time. I sat down and sighed through my lips. "God help me." I muttered. His eyes flickered to mine and he glared at me. I rolled my eyes. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair behind his desk. "Would you rather be something else?" He asked, with fake sympathy laced in his voice.

"Actually yeah." I sneered. "Anything else... thank you very much."

"Too bad."  He shrugged and bit his lip, looking down at the papers. I huffed. "Thanks... thanks for that." I crossed my arms slouching in my seat. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow once again and asked. "Would you rather not have a place to stay? To sleep? Something to eat during the day?" He looked at me with a very serious face. "Because the last time I checked... you were two states away from your home, don't have any warm clothes, need a job, and oh look at that... it's snowing."

I looked behind him out the big window and shivered just looking at the snow, imagining the icy air. I then shook my head and opened my mouth to say something smart but he cut me off before I even made a sound.

"That's what I thought." A creaking sound came from his chair as he leaned back in it. I frowned and kinda hoped he would fall back in the chair. He clicked his pen a few times looking at me then put it on his desk as the door opened. His eyes went wide and his posture straightened just like it did last night when his father stepped into the room.

"Lo siento...." Marcus said. Rivera closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "¿qué te he dicho acerca de llamar?" He spoke through clenched teeth. Marcus shrugged, smiling. "I just wanted to say by before heading to school."

"Alright..." Rivera said annoyed.

"So, bye?"

"Bye." He rolled his eyes and waved a hand to dismiss Marcus from his office. Marcus left without another word but I could hear him laugh before the door closed all the way and I wondered what for. I turned forward again, looking at my nail beds. "For him being your nephew, you're really m-."

"What do you mean nephew?"

I pressed my lips together, remembering that I wasn't supposed to know that information.

"How'd you know that, Noche?" He glared at me. I shook my head, shrugging. "Why do you not like people knowing you're related?"

I mean what could he have done?

"You know? You have a real pack of respect." He didn't look at me. I scoffed. "I asked a simple question. You're the one who-."

He got a up and crossed the room, leaving so that I was alone in the room. "Who can't take a bit a confrontation, apparently." I muttered softly and rolled my eyes.

I sat there for a couple of minutes not quite knowing what to do with myself, you wouldn't know either if you were in my place but Rivera came back into the office with a cup of coffee or at least I think it was coffee but who knows.

"Are you just mean to everybody?"

He ignored me, not even looking up at me to acknowledge I was there.

He ignored me the whole day after that too which I was surprised at. I thought his tolerance would get to him and he'd snap at me but so far he didn't. We ate dinner in silence with the exception of Marcus looking between the both of us and asking me why we weren't talking. I just shrugged and looked at Rivera.