"So you actually got the job? Like in words? He just said it in an instant and they emailed you? Like an actual word that says you've been employed to..."
I toss and turn in my bed. Feeling anxious I lifted the blanket aside and sat up muttering to my best friend standing at the bedside. Best friends since moving to town when I was five. She was a pretty brunette, curly hair, green eyes and tanned skin almost like milk. I didn't really like her, though we were in the same class back then, she always seems to be stuck up from a distance. Eventually we became friends after I saved her from the school bullies. I realized she was actually a nice person and boom we became friends. She's more of a nerd than me.
. " It all seems like a mystery itself." I said, sounding unsure about the whole thing. "Do you think he noticed me?" I muffed and groaned, this is driving me insane.
Shoving me playfully she said. "You're probably getting hitted on by him."
Oh come on!
That's never possible, as I imagine his class to be totally different, he's rich and accomplished, not from Harvard or Stanford. I stand no ground there." Yes that was the actual truth, I can't dream of a man that my gender will kill for.
"Maybe he'll choose you."
"Mirabelle! Stop this explicit joke." I wince at her deadpan.
"You know what? Seeing you've gotten a job you should break your piggy bank and use your resources perhaps our resources to find you a new outfit for your work."
"I don't think that is necessary." Hijacking the idea off her mind.
"Whatever." She said grabbing her bag and walked out of the room.
'Are you gonna stay inside?' I got a text from her,I didn't want to offend her the more immediately I got dressed.
"You need to lighten up, you got a job probably staring there. It's on a six months trial, believe me I'd practically do anything to keep seeing Ian if I were in your shoes." She said grabbing my hand and walking off towards the nearest store.
Even Though her comment doesn't faze me, she covers her mouth like she's sworn in front of a pope. "I shouldn't have said that."
I frown at her,confused. "What? Seeing Ian? Well that's okay , I do have a sense of humour, you know."
She shrugs."I know it's just-"
"I know." I mutter, Keeping pace with her I know how she could be a talkative at times.
She smiled squeezing my arms gently. "I know, but this is a chance for you to go after what you want, the job, Ian, your mother's need and your bills. Maybe I'll be in the picture too." We chuckled.
"You don't have to censor yourself around me. I know you, you're strong and resilient. Beth you can do this. Okay-"
"Okay." I repeat after her and she grins.
How did we land here quickly, anyway? I thought we were out shopping?"
Yes she grabbed my hand again, this time warmly pulling me along to catch up. " Let's find you an outfit that'll make you look like the CEO of coastal so that when you walk through. Ian will acknowledge your presence.
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It's been an hour, looking through racks of clothes I don't like. Trying to figure what to put on.
Mirabelle had to sleep over, because she knows how disorganized I can be when it comes to planning. She's got a pile in her hands scrutinizing every detail, which will fit my body.
You're definitely going to go for something short, but not too short that your ass hangs out when you bend over. You feel me."
"For Christ sake this is work and not some partying." I'm not letting you wear your old stuff.
I walked away towards my closet despite Mirabelle's protest. "I think I've seen what to put on." Smiling sheepishly.
"For the first time, you've assumed something great." She said to arrange the piles of clothes in her hands.
"Do I even need to say it." I turn my eyes flicking playfully through how messy she looks. The time is almost over, and because of traffic I'm supposed to be on the road already.
"You're late. This is 8:10." He sternly said. "Six months trial and first day you're slacking. People will kill to be in your position."
"I'm sorry sir."I apologized. Knowing I'm bound to be hearing these words often now even though I hate it.
Ian is the best looking guy I've seen in my entire life, believe me I've seen quite a few. He's tall and his athletic physique was obvious . His face is perfectly punctuated, with his high cheek bone and a pointed nose which actuates his modelling face. His lips are beautifully parted and look gorgeous.His upper lip forms an arch like the top of a drawn heart. His eyes take my breath away. I tried to ignore him today but I've found myself utterly consumed. They're deep blue with a flash of stunning green. His hair is deep black in contrast blending perfectly with his milky white skin and he looked irresistible in his white white half buttoned shirt.
It's amazing how personality can dent an iconic image. Do other people know he's an entitled, arrogant jerk? Or is this just my special trait?
I gawk at him as he typed something on his laptop nibbling his lower lips. After standing there speechless I finally let out the words.
"You seem to impress me. Remind me your name again."
"Beth." I can't even imagine, I admit I have a crush on him, but I can't even stand his attitude, talk more of being his Secretary.
"Beth, from today you'll be my secretary." He said looking off the window, his arms casually crossed over the ledge. He didn't seem to have randomly chosen me. He wanted me to be his secretary. But why?
"What?!" I stared at him like he was delusional. "Your secretary?" At this point I'd accept any company's offer, but non pays huge as theirs and they seem to be expanding non-stop.
"Are you having a problem with that?" He asked, raising his eyebrow
"No Sir." I tried repealing the reply. But it is true what Mirabelle had said, I need the job to pay off my bills.