Lisanna Moore's P. O. V

I don't know why I thought I'd be thrown headfirst into something akin to shark infested waters, being thrown and thrashed about while I cling onto whatever's in reach, ready to hoist myself up to safety and out of the dangers below. That's what I thought working for the Prince would be like.

Not a moment's break but with me running around like a headless chicken, trying to get everything I possibly can on time while barking out orders left and right to a disgruntled Rose who tries her hardest to keep up with me. The both of us then retiring to our beds after a long day, aching feet and bleary eyes just begging for us to give into the heavy, demanding sleep that cascades down on us like a weighted blanket.

Of course, that's what I thought. Even if it may appear to be farfetched for a first day to ever be as hectic as a normal working day since usually people take time to get acquainted with one another and slowly settle in to a steady work routine as they realise the temperaments of those around them. Instead, Rose and I make eye contact for what feels like the twentieth time in this long and dwindling hour that's not ticking away fast enough. Each second hand feeling like minutes and the minute hand feeling like hours.

Rose raises her dark brows and inclines her head slightly to the vision besides her, quietly asking me with as few words as possible what the game plan is now. I purse my lips back at her, glancing at the same sight she's motioning at while a soft sigh leaves my lips, me not daring to be audible in case I get reprimanded on the very first day.

The same sight greets me of Mr. Thomas and Samantha huddled up, talking to one another in hushed whispers while the man of the hour himself has disappeared from thin air, grumbling something about another meeting just moments after he met us, not sparing anyone another glance as he had strode himself out the door while we stood gob smacked, unsure on whether to leave or actually wait for his royal highness.

However, one sharp look from Mr. Thomas had quelled all questions and frustrations, Rose and I being smart enough to get the hint that we had to sit quietly and wait for the top man to grace us with his presence once more. I do find it quite unfair though, the fact that we were supposed to have a 'meeting' of sorts at this time. But instead, the Prince deeming other matters more important and letting himself be pulled into more frivolous tasks.

I mean, I'm assuming they're frivolous.

Not to be conceited in any way but at this stage in everything that is occurring, shouldn't the man's public image be the most important? The Prince and the rest of the royal family's literal reputation resting on a very fine line that could either make them heroes in the eye of the public or conniving and snivelling snakes that sweep all their very dirty laundry under the rug while maintaining an image of innocence which hardly anyone believes except for the die hard fans who think the royals can do no wrong.

"How long do you think we'll have to wait further?" I mumble through pursed lips, keeping an eye out for Mr. Thomas in case he relents his piercing eyes on me and tells me to shut the hell up with just one look.

Rose lets out a dreary sigh, perching her chin on her open palm that lies on her propped up hand. "I'm not sure but I definitely wanted to head back by lunch so I could order myself some food, but it doesn't look like we'll be released any time soon."

"Released?" I question with a short laugh, shaking my head at her in mirth, "This isn't some jail where we're serving our prison sentence, you know?" I joke lightheartedly, watching as the clock ticks on at a fast pace.

"Then why the hell does it feel exactly like that?" She quips back rhetorically while I give her a one shouldered shrug, wondering the same thing myself.

"Hey Lis," Rose catches my attention by elbowing me sharply in the ribs, which earns her a glare as I rub at the now tender spot, "Did you see Mr. Daddy?" She asks while wiggling her brows.

"Who?" I splutter out, trying to think of what on Earth she's going on about.

"The Prince," Rose says in a 'duh' tone while rolling her eyes at me, "Did you not see that fine man? He's definitely daddy material." I can feel my own face heating up at her words, the nonchalant attitude with which she says them catching me off guard.

"Um, if you mean he's attractive, then yes. I did happen to notice that. Just a bit, though." I say as I regain my ability to speak, not liking how a mischievous smirk pulls at the woman's plump lips.

"Happen to notice, huh? I'm sure you happened to notice a lot of things about him." She says coyly while I stare on with furrowed brows.

"Huh?" I question dumbly, not sure where she's coming from and then frowning when she shrugs her shoulders and focuses on a now approaching Samantha.

I clamp down on my lips, not wanting to speak about this in front of Samantha since that would be downright mortifying, but that doesn't mean I'm any less confused over her puzzling words.

I did happen to notice that Mr. Sinclair had a very nice voice, the type that sends goosebumps all over your body as you itch to play it on repeat. I also noticed that he had a very attractive face and well, body, but he's my boss and any sort of thoughts should be dispelled of immediately.

The last thing I need on my plate is messing up my work by stumbling over a man's good looks. There are plenty of good looking people in this world, so what?

I have a good work ethic and I'll stick to that, thank you very much.

"I do apologise on Mr. Sinclair's behalf for getting you both so late. Everything is just a mess, as one would correctly assume, but let's get you two to meet up with Mr. Sinclair right now. He's gotten out of a meeting and is in his office at the moment, you've got a small time frame but I hope it's sufficient enough for you. We don't want to keep you both waiting too long either." I smile politely back at the woman, not wanting to take my irritation out on her since it's not her fault that we've been sitting around idly for an hour or so.

Rose smiles as well although I can tell it's a very strained and fake smile, the woman appearing agitated but not saying anything about it luckily for me. I don't want to get the short end of the stick this time either, not if I can help it.

"Sure. It's no problem. As long as he has time for us at the end of the day is all that matters." I answer back, pulling my lips into a thin line to stop myself from laughing at how Rose rolls her eyes at me, clearly mocking my false niceties. Samantha thankfully doesn't notice as she moves out of the room with us following behind her, Mr. Thomas not bothering to come with us which I'm equally grateful for since he'd probably put me more on edge than I already am, pair that with the Prince's almost diabolical stare and I'd end up a quivering little mess.

The route to wherever the prince's office is, has me even more confused than previously when we were making our way to the other room, the turns we take and the stairs we climb have my legs aching for mercy which is not only a sign that I should start working out if I want to stay fit, but also the fact that I'll be found as a rotting skeleton deep on this estate if I were to ever find myself lost and missing.

"We're just about here." Samantha pipes up as she glances over her shoulder, the same smile still on her face and not even a bit out of breath or looking strained like I currently am from the long twisting walk. Not a sweat in place considering her age. It's sad an old woman is more active than I am.

I merely nod my head, feeling a bit better that Rose is wincing the same as I am, the both of us getting blisters on our feet from the high heels we're wearing and how the soles grate against our feet. Each step making me want to grab my heels and smack them against the wall as hard as I can.

Coming to a halt at a fancy looking door, all the intricacies of the carved wood flying past my head as the oak gleams brightly from the polish it's been given recently. Samantha knocks deftly on the wooden door, waiting for an answer to be given from the other side of the door which she gets immediately, before she enters with us trailing after her like timid school children being escorted on their way to the principal's office.

"I've got Ms. Moore and Ms. Washington are here to see you so that you can discuss everything." Samantha says simply while allowing the door to open further so we can shuffle through. Rose goes in ahead of me since I slow down my pace, taking in the walls lined with shelves that are crammed with books upon books about something or another, my poor eyesight only making me see blurred lines and scribbles rather than proper words. Various trinkets are set up here and there with an antique radio propped up in one corner and a rather giant standing globe in the other, each one looking more expensive than the next.

"Please take a seat," Samantha motions to the leather chairs in front of the immaculate desk behind which Mr. Sinclair sits, the man looking as daunting as ever and appearing much more intimidating as he stares on at us with his hands clasped together, fingers steepled and gazing over them towards us.

Sliding into the chair doesn't make me any less on edge, my eyes locking with the Prince, which only results in an icy shiver being sent down my spine.

Why is this man so damn intimidating? I'm acting like he feeds on the bones of innocent children, although if I'm not mistaken, there was such a rumour about the Royal's feasting on young children. But again, the conspiracy theorists have nothing better to do.

"Well, begin." Mr. Sinclair says smoothly with a flick of his hand as the door shuts behind him, leaving only Rose and I to be pinned down with his glare that I don't think is really intentional if I'm being honest.

I fumble for a few seconds; the tension getting a bit too much for me, but I give myself a mental shake as I clear my throat while taking out the notebook I had brought along with me, stuffed neatly into the tote bag that I had nestled onto my shoulder comfortably. "First, I would like to know your opinion on how you feel towards certain issues. If there are any qualms, you have or something you feel strongly against. I'd like for this to be an open narrative and not one sided in case either party is unhappy with how things are being handled or the route they're going down." I say with as much of a professional tone as I can manage.

Grasping the pen in hand, I flip the notebook open, all while keeping my gaze pinned to Mr. Sinclair, trying to decide if he'll like my approach or disregard it completely. Of course I'm hoping for the former more so than the latter.

"What is she doing here?" Is all Mr. Sinclair asks, ignoring my previous words completely as he points one straight finger towards a startled Rose, who tries her best to maintain her composure. I can tell the poor girl is seconds away from taking flight which is why I clear my throat and speak up, "She's my assistant," I say after a moments pause, deciding that's the best word I can offer at the moment since I don't really want to expose myself to anyone, "Ms. Washington will be helping me alongside with everything. She's an important asset." I put politely in the end, not wanting him to think she's worth nothing and just a pest at the moment.

"Give us a second, will you?" His words aren't sharp, but his tone is the opposite as Rose looks from me to Mr. Sinclair, unsure what to do while I look at her with my own troubled eyes, as baffled as the woman herself on what is happening.

"Um." Is all she manages to get out while the man sighs loudly, eyes on the papers in front of him before he motions with his hand in a way that's basically telling the woman to 'shoo.' Not even bothering to glance up at her. I shoot Rose an apologetic look, already knowing he's not paying attention, but Rose merely shrugs it off and gives me a discreet thumbs up even though I know she's fuming at the man on the inside.

I can't help but to frown at Mr. Sinclair, wondering if he's always been so brash and impolite or if all the status and fame are finally getting to his head.

As the door closes shut behind me, I squirm uncomfortably in my seat all while maintains a stoic expression, not wanting to seem unprofessional.

However, that doesn't stop me from freezing in my place once his calculated gaze falls on me and I'm left speechless once more.

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AN: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoyed the new chapter. An early Happy New Year to all of you. Hopefully the next year will be a bit better lol.

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