R: Sylvia Werner.
L: Dona, Marcus.
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Narration: Marcus led Sylvia to the department but then she stopped and walked all the way to a desk that was close to the door to meet the messenger lady.
Sylvia: Hey Dona, nice to meet you again.
Dona: Sylvia, Oh My God. Were you fired?
Sylvia: No, more of like a promotion. It was really nice meeting you and am really sorry that you and I couldn't get to have those lunches together.
Dona: Don't worry. A time for that will arrive. I will miss you.
Sylvia: Me too.
Narration: Sylvia hugs Dona and then walk back to where Marcus had been standing watching her.
Marcus: You are really full of surprises. Two days in a company and you already have friends that say they will miss you as you leave. You really know how to leave a mark wherever you go.
Sylvia: What can I say? I must really have a good effect on people besides everybody needs a friend and she didn't.
Narration: They walk out of the department and Marcus leads her out of her normal path to an elevator that she had never seen before.
Sylvia: And am I meant to know where this elevator leads to?
Marcus: This is the only elevator that leads to the VIP lounge but as my personal assistant, you will gain access to it.
Sylvia: Why are you even taking me to your office?
Marcus: To give you a fresher course on how you are to live in my house and things you must know and mustn't know.
Sylvia: But is it really necessary?
Marcus: Yes, it is. Besides after the refreshing, we might go a bit of a wardrobe refreshment. You will need to know the type of clothes that you should be wearing as my personal assistant. And to think about it, it turns out that you are looking stunning.
Narration: Sylvia smiled and lowered her gaze as her cheeks flushed red.
Marcus: Though I am sure that you could a little bit better.
Narration: Sylvia's smile immediately scrunched up into a frown. The elevator door opened and Marcus led her to his office. He brought a remote and clicked it. The door slid open and he handed Sylvia some keys.
Sylvia: What are these for?
Marcus: The big one is for the door and the rest is for my drawer. Then the flashy one is to my suite.
Sylvia: You have a suite in this office?
Marcus: Of course. Every CEO has one in his office. Oh and here is one to a spare car in the garage for you.
Narration: Marcus tossed her a car key and walked up to his desk.
Marcus: I hope you drive?
Sylvia: Yes, but why will I need your car?
Marcus: Because I may send you somewhere to get something for me and you won't expect me to give you my car keys.
Sylvia: Any other thing that I need to be clear on?
Marcus: Not really. Just that after now we will be going to the mall for the rest of the weekdays.
Sylvia: For two whole days? What do you think you are buying; clothes for the entire New York?
Marcus: Actually it is three days, today included; two days for clothing and the last day for shoes and jewelries. You will be expected to move into my mansion by Saturday and I would like to see your parents.
Sylvia: Nope, not a chance on that second one. That can happen. I will inform them about my moving out myself and not you.
Marcus: If you insist but I will see them whether you approve or not.
Sylvia: One question. Where do I stay as your personal assistant?
Narration: Marcus points to a desk not far off from his at an extreme of the room. She walks up to it with her carton of properties. She rubs the wood with her finger and inhaled deeply.
Marcus: I had that table imported yesterday evening. Make sure you don't ruin it.
Sylvia: Whatever you say boss.
Narration: Sylvia packs her thing and settles down in her new desk. Then she turns to Marcus who was using his phone.
Sylvia: So Marcus, do you happen to know anyone named Matt?
Marcus: Matt? Is that supposed to ring any bell?
Sylvia: Of course. I mean Mat, the handsomely hot dude that you hired to run into me and take me on a lunch date at The Golden Dragon as a method to spy on me in order to know if I can be trust worthy enough to be your Personal Assistant. Does it ring any bells now?
Marcus: You actually found out. I suppose that you are a lot smarter that I gave you credit for.
Sylvia: You spy on me and fling off a question like it is irrelevant. Why in hell's name would you send someone after me as a spy?
Marcus: I thought you knew the answer to that.
Sylvia: You are amazingly annoying treating everything and everyone like they are some king of expendable material of yours for you to just exploit at your wish.
Narration: While she was talking, Marcus ignored her with his full focus on his phone. She growls and walk up to him then she snatches his phone. He immediately looks up at her with a threatening look in his eyes. Suddenly the cold face breaks into a forced smile.
Marcus: Can I have my phone back?
Sylvia: What do I look like a broken gramophone? I was talking about how you violated my privacy and you don't even care.
Marcus: My phone.
Narration: Sylvia tosses the phone to the desk and walk away. She sits down and looks at Marcus in disgust. She stands up and grabs her purse.
Marcus: Going somewhere?
Sylvia: There is a friend of mine at the reception. I want to go see her.
Marcus: And that is why you are taking your purse with you together with the keys I gave you?
Sylvia: I will be taking the private VIP lounge Elevator if you don't mind.
Narration: She walks out of the office with Marcus gaze fixed on her. She had completely evaded his question. She entered the elevator and clicked the button for the garage.
Narration: The door of the elevator opened at her back and she walked out into the garage which was filled with expensive cars. It was different from the one she had walked into with Matt.
Marcus: Forgot to say that I have a personal garage and this place doesn't exactly suit the description of reception.
Sylvia: Marcus, how did you come here?
Marcus: There is another elevator that goes from my suite down here…a lot faster. So do you mind telling me where you are going?
Sylvia: Some friends of mine are actually waiting for me but not just here. We can do the shopping tomorrow. What do you say?
Narration: Before Marcus could agree or disagree with her, she walked out of the garage into the streets and flagged a cab