Chane's P.O.V
I sat behind my desk while Isabelle sat on the couch on the other side of the room watching something on her phone or scrolling through Instagram or whatever the hell she was looking at and laughing her head off.
I tried to do my work but she kept on laughing and giggling and doing everything so I just couldn't focus.
"Isa, can you please try and tone it down, I'm trying to work here", I finally said, rubbing my hands over my face and looking at her with a hint of annoyance. I wanted to work and all she came here to do was sit around all day and giggle like some hyena God damnit. She looked up at me for a moment then she half smiled.
"Babe, you looked stressed, is there anything I could help you with?" she asked, coming over closer to me and looking at my computer screen.
"No", I said promptly, but she sat down anyway and started reading what I had drawn up on the screen.
I realized that I couldn't say or do anything because she was determined to help even though I thought I made it clear I didn't want any help, the most help I wanted was for her to shut her loud laughing and silly giggling because it was disturbing my work, but instead she read the memo wrong.
I saw Isabelle start to type away on my computer keys, "Isabelle, what on earth do you think you're doing, this isn't a game". She held up her hand to silence me, "I know what I'm doing Chane, furthermore we used to work together and I used to give you some pretty bomb ideas, I did it then and I can do it again", she said looking back at me and smiling.
I sat back in the chair and rested my head on the back of the chair. I mean she was indeed right, she did help me come up with some ideas that were hella good ,so I think she might be able to break the ice on this one too. She's smart, but not as quiet and as focused as Rylie, you have to get her full attention completely devoted to something for her to actually sit and get it done.
With Rylie, just one sentence and she would give her undivided attention to the whole topic, that's what I like about her and that's one of the major reasons why I asked Rylie to become my personal assistant and not Isabelle. And the other thing is I take Isabelle into the office, then we would get less work done and we would fall way back on schedule. As I said before, it's better not to mix business with pleasure, even though I'm not sure how it will go with Rylie.
After typing away at the keyboard for a while, Isabelle spun around in the chair and looked at me with a pleased face and said, "Chane, look babe, I think you will love this idea". I sat up and looked at the computer screen, I sat there reading for a while and I realized it wasn't a bad idea after all. I was actually good and what she said made sense.
"This is really good love, it's smart and it gets all the points across, I appreciate this bae", I said, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.
She flushed a little, I could see how much she wanted to blush at that moment, I'm not gonna lie she looks cute when she's trying to hide her blushes, I'm not sure who looks cuter though; she or Rylie. I mean Rylie looks sweet and she looks cute, so I think I'll stick to that.
"See, we make the perfect team, that's why I should be your personal assistant", she said with a wide smile. In that moment the air got tense and my smile dropped a little, Isabelle recognized my change in attitude and stood up and looked at me with a strange look on her face and said, "What's with the change in attitude, you know me well, we work together perfectly and the best part is you don't have to pay".
I stood up and replied in the softest and easiest way I could because I know Isabelle is very easy to upset, "But babe, you know I don't want to take you away from your work and I've already hired someone", I said, trying to step closer to her.
She stepped away from me and looked at me as if she was trying to say how dare I choose someone over her.
"Who is this person that we speak of?" She asked with fire in her eyes.
"She's a girl I met some time ago, she needed the extra cash to send herself to school and she's really devoted to her work and she's very intelligent and I think that it would work out both ways because she would get money to go to school and I would get someone to unload some of the work off me so I would have time to enjoy the finer things in life", I explained hoping she would understand.
"So you chose some random girl over me?" she asked, laughing and shaking her head.
I took a deep breath. Isabelle wasn't the most understanding person, but I mean sometimes she can at least try to get where I'm coming from, she was just being difficult as always.
"No Isabelle try to understand, I didn't chose a random girl over you but, the point is you already have a good stable job and I'm trying to help out, remember your blessings with multiply the more you give, why can't you just try to get the point I'm trying to put forward?" I said in one breath and then I rubbed my face and looked back at her.
It was like I pushed the needle further and told her what she definitely didn't want to hear. She walked over to the couch and took up her black designer bag and said, "Very well then Chane, I'll take my leave now because clearly I'm not wanted here".
"No, Isabelle, that's not what I meant, come back-", I said trying to get her to come back but she only opened the door and slammed it, cutting me off.
I shook my head and flopped down into my seat and heaved a huge sigh. I don't know how I manage, but she's one tough cookie.
On another note, I wonder if Rylie's okay, I mean she might be at class right now so obviously I'm not going to text her, but I know I'm gonna see her later because of dinner.
I just hope she accepts my offer and becomes my part time personal assistant. I guess I'll have to wait until later to hear her response.
Well, until later, but for now, I have to focus on making the deadline for this project.