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I decided to just put away all the trail of my thoughts in the trash can and just let the day pass.

But when I looked at the clock on my desk. It was just 9:56 AM.

It seems like time has stopped passing. Every second has now turned into hours, but then I can't deny the undeniable sad fact that nothing much happened since I came here.

I had not-so-cool and where-I-touch-his-hand encounter with Mr. Jr. and when he said something I think he himself don't even know what he meant and now I've received a personal message from him to work as his P.A which is now not-so-personal message anymore because Ken just had to announce it out loud to anyone.

I hate when Ken do such things!

But then everybody would've known one way or another.

It seemed like pretty much happened, but no all of this happened in less than 40 minutes.

I can't believe this!

I still have the whole day left to survive in this hell hole. How I'm going to pass this whole time?

Ugh! I just want to rush to Nathan's club and do some punching on my favorite punching bag which is Nathan himself, but then he won't be there at this time.

I still wonder why Mr. Aaron sent me a personal message?

In one way, he, sending me a personal e-mail was way better than I could imagine anything because then I wouldn't have to go through this awkward situation where everyone is looking at me and especially girls who are calling me a 'Lucky Bitch'. I wonder what's so lucky being someone's servant.

But his personal e-mail was of no use, because either way, Mr. Kendrick aka the interferer would've told everyone.

That was such a bitch thing to do, reading my e-mail, Ken!

But still why Mr. Aaron sent me a personal message?

He could've sent it to Ken. Actually he should've because Ken's the boss of our department.

All e-mails are directly sent to Ken. But then why a personal message?

I don't care about anything.

I don't care why he sent me a personal message.

I don't care what he meant before the elevator closed because I don't want to know what I'm perfect for.

I know one thing, I really am perfect for breaking his face.

Don't say that! My inner voice said.

'Why are you showing such affection towards him?' I rolled my eyes at my inner voice.

It would be very bad to damage such a handsome face. She replied with an evil grin.

'Well, that's true. Okay, I'll leave the face.' I assured my inner voice.

She's not helping me a bit. She's grinning and doing all sort of other things. She's in her 'bitch mode' right now and I can't deactivate that mode.

Once something is trashed, just let it be in the trash. But my inner voice is keep taking out the thoughts back from the trash can and now they are crazier and messing more with my head.

I should've just took a leave today then I won't be going through this whole drama.

And when my head was bursting the most, figuring out what he said, he blew another huge bomb on me.

PERSONAL ASSISTANT!

My brain still can't take in this information.

Is it a rank I should be happy about?

I mean it does give me a better pay.

But I don't want to be a servant. I have no personal experience, but as much as I know--- a personal assistant brings things and have a little things to do.

A servant to be precise--- as I said before.

I read his message once again.

He didn't even write a subject. What an unprofessional way to send someone a letter!

How easily he wrote it all as it was nothing much important.

"I want to personally inform you that from now on you'll be working as my PA, right from today." I read his e-mail out loud this time, mimicking him.

I gaped at the message when I realized--- he has written right from today.

Is this a joke?

I'm not going to that damn floor ever again and certainly not today. My head is already on it's point to break, I don't want to break it completely by going to his floor.

And didn't he already had a personal assistant.

That girl outside!--- Kourtney! I know and I've seen her, she's always been
Mr. Smith's assistant.

I'm just going to deny being his PA.

He can't force me!

Even if I accepted being his assistant--- there's only a desk for an assistant and he has a complete fancy room. I don't want to live in that kind of misery.

No, please.

And I'll be alone on that floor. No friend, no arguing with Noah. No gossip with Brit. No yells of Ken--- well, I might receive those from him. I actually will.

No, never, I will never accept it. It's like ruining your life.

I better not work in this company if I have to be his personal assistant.

Well, this isn't true. I need this job more than anything.

I need to talk to Kendrick. I'll just explain him everything. He will, himself, talk with Mr. Rude and Polite and I'm sure he'll listen.

I got up lazily.

Why every thing has to happen with me? Just when eveything was going on perfectly in my not-too-perfect life, this Mr. Perfect had to enter to ruin this perfection with his own perfectionism impulses.

I don't even want to talk to Ken or anyone.

Why can't I just continue my life as it was going?

But then if I wish for freedom from rotting with him on his floor as his personal assistant, I need to talk with Ken about it.

Kendrick's been a very awesome guy and he has helped me a lot here at Smith's. I hope he helps me today too.

I moved to Ken's office. It's small and very beautiful. All other staff have compartments, but he has his own office. Well, he's our boss and all the hardwork he does, he deserves such a rank. Actually, deserves a rank in the first department. I wonder when he will be promoted.

If he'll be promoted then our department is really going to miss him.

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I knocked at Ken's door.

He, as usual, was drenched in his work.

I haven't seen this guy without a phone and papers in his hands.

I literally haven't.

Sometimes I fear if he's a human or another species from Mars or from a completely different galaxy. Because as much I know, people of the mother Earth are damn lazy like me.

The amount of work Ken does, I'm a hundred percent sure, on his grave there will be these words written: 'Death While Working.'

I seriously will be okay by dying any other time, but definitely not while working.

I knocked for the second time.

He didn't even turn his attention to me.

I hardly believe he listened to the door being knocked.

I didn't know that working in a peaceful environment would've such a serious impact on his ears. But then he sometimes yells and people like me yell back at him too. I guess this is the reason he's having hearing disorders.

I decided not to knock on the door again, but I asked stepping in his office, "Can I come in, Ken?"

"Well, you're already in." He said trying to sting me, but his sting couldn't reach me when I comfortably sat on the seat in front of his desk.

"I want to talk, Ken!" I said.

"Talk then!" Still he didn't look up.

"Hey! Look up at me. How am I supposed to talk if you aren't focusing." I said irritated by his behavior.

He looked up for a split second and then down, back to work.

I was about to say something when he jerked his head up and got up from his seat in a complete horror, "What are you still doing here?"

"Calm down! It's not like he's waiting up there." I frowned by his sudden change of behaviour.

He's more nerveous than me. Weird!

"He wrote in the e-mail--- right from today. Ava, are you a fool? He's your boss. He gave you an order and you are still here." Ken said it all in one breath. "Now go!"

I kept sitting in the seat looking at him.

After a moment of silence, I shrugged, "Ken, I don't want to be his PA."

He glared at me like I've said him that I'll kill him after a few minutes.

He finally muttered after centuries, "What?"

Okay, that was what he had to say after so much time. Didn't I make it clear to him, 'I don't want to be his PA'.

"Ken, it's not like it's compulsory. I like my job down here and I don't want to work with him." I explained him.

"Ava, you really are out of your mind."

Why would he say that! I'm not mad. I'm speaking what I like and what I don't.

"It's not my fault. It's all his fault. How could he just drop a big bomb of making someone his personal assistant. I mean any girl in my position would have been going through the same situation like I am." I got up from my seat.

"Ava, he told us about it--- or according to your statement he warned us about the bomb yesterday." He said frowning.

"What?" My half jaw was dropped open.

What is he saying?

"Yes, it isn't his fault that you missed the meeting yesterday. He clearly said that he will choose a PA from the first two departments ." Ken further informed.

How come nobody told me that?

"But I asked Brit and she didn't say anything like this." I recapulated the last day conversation with Brit and I'm sure she didn't mention anything about private assistant.

"Don't bite me!" Ken glares at me. "Who told you to ask her? She's your other half, exact clone of you, just that she gets to office earlier than you."

Well, that's true. But if I wasn't absent yeaterday from the meeting I would've listened to everything clearly.

"That means he already told you and you guys knew he was about to make someone PA." I recalled.

"Yeah! But we didn't know he'll choose you!" Ken rolled his eyes.

What? Does he meant to say I wasn't worthy or something? How could you Ken? I'm not that bad!

"You should have asked me!" Ken said moving to his desk.

Why Brit didn't tell me?

"Oh! Now I remember." I face palmed myself on realization. "She was so busy describing his hunky looks that she skipped all the important stuff."

Crazy, Britney! But then I can't blame her. If I would've asked any other girl, she would've done the same.

"What?" Ken frowned. "Brit was busy describing his hunky looks! Do you girls have anything else to do?"

Okay, Ken, it's not a big deal--- that's what us girls mostly do and I probably think guys do the same.

Only if I had told the same thing to another girl she wouldn't have said, 'What?' She would've said, 'Yeah! Tell me about it. I was busy looking at him too'.

"Anyways, Ken, I don't want to be his PA." I told him, once again moving to the real purpose I was here in his room.

It doesn't matter if he had already told everyone about the PA thingy. I still don't want to be.

I already don't like my job and being someone's PA will be worse--- no, the worst job ever.

"Ava, don't talk crazy! You should be up there right now." He said sitting on his chair, pointing at the ceiling.

Why Ken isn't listening to me?

"I don't want to go to a bigger hell hole than I'm aready in." I said moving near his desk and crossing my arms.

"What? It's a hell hole down here. You know how much comfort I give you guys!" Ken looked a little miffed.

"Well, I know you're awesome--- and I was kidding, it's not a hell hole but with Sir up there will definitely be a hell hole." I said.

"Ava, I can't do what you long for!" He simply refused.

He never refuses me like this! What is up with him! It's a simple phone call.

"Ken, please. I don't want that job. I mean he can't force this on me." I pled.

Seems like my pleas are also of no use on Ken anymore.

"Please, please, Ken. Save me from him or I'll rot with him on the top floor, if I worked as his PA." I pled this time a little too dramatically.

"God! What was that?" Ken laughed.

His laugh made me smile too.

"It was an overly exaggerated dramatic plea." I winked at him and then once again getting serious, I asked him, "so you're going to talk to him?"

Ken moved his head down, deep in thoughts and then got up and said drowsily, "Okay, if you insist this much."

"Thank you, Ken. You're awesome." I squealed and moved around the desk and hugged him tightly.

"Okay, okay!" He said rasing his arms, wanting me to free him and so I broke the hug. He warned, "but don't expect for something good."

I nodded and he moved to the landline placed on his desk. He picked it up and pressed a button and it started calling. I put the phone on loud-speaker so I could hear the conversation.

The phone was picked up by a girl and I think it was the girl from the other day, Kourtney.

"Smith's Initiative. How may I help you?" She said.

That's what I'll do when I'll be his PA.

No, please.

"It's Kendrick Blake, boss of the second department. Can you please direct my call to Mr. Aa--- I mean Sir?" Ken said a little tensed.

Her reply came, "Please, wait for a while."

I crossed my arms and started pacing around in the room worriedly.

"I'm directing your call to Sir." Kourtney said in her professional voice. 

"Yes, Mr. Blake." Mr. Aaron voice came from the speakers making it more deadly.

I could see Ken sweating and I know what he's going through. Still I am happy he's doing this for me.

"A--a.-- Mr. Aa--- Sir." Ken stuttered but then continued, "I wanted to talk to you on Miss Williams behalf----"

Ken was still going on, but the moment he mentioned my name, Mr. Aaron interrupted him.

"Yes, Mr. Lisab will you please ask Miss Williams to come up. I need a few things to discuss. I sent her the mesaage, I hope she have read it. But if she haven't please tell her that she's now my PA." Mr. Aaron didn't let Ken say a word.

"Okay, Mr. Aaron, I'll tell her right away." Ken replied him.

What the hell Ken's doing? He was supposed to talk about me not doing the job.

"Never call me with my first name ever again." His voice daunting.

What's wrong with calling him by his first name? This man's completely crazy.

He then asked calmly, "and yes, Mr. Blake you were saying something earlier?"

"Its nothing, Sir." Ken simply replied.

Did he just forget the conversation we had and my pleas?

"Okay then." After that Mr. Aaron cancelled the call.

I glared at Ken, "What was that?"

"Sorry, Ava, I couldn't. He's waiting for you, you should go." Ken simply said.

"But you promised me that you'll talk to him!" I protested.

"I didn't make any promise and please, Ava, don't drag me in this." He said sitting on his chair. "I don't want to receive a warning letter like you did."

I stared at him for a while and murmured, "You are right. It's not your headache."

It's not Ken's fault. I'm glad that he called him. If I'd ask somebody else nobody would've done even this--- well, Mr. Aaron wouldn't have accepted someone else's call.

"I'm so sorry, Ava." Ken apologized and I think he shouldn't.

"Don't apologize and I'll talk to him myself." With this I went out of Ken's office.

Now that Ken was unsuccessful I have no other choice but to go and talk to Mr. Aaron myself.

I went up to my department and gathered my stuff. I moved to the elevator and no one bothered asking me anything about where I was going or any other question.

I was relieved they didn't.

After my brief yet spine-chilling time with Mr. Rude and Polite in the elevator, I don't like these elevators anymore. I might just start using stairs from now on. But then I'm not that retarded that I everyday walk up so many floors.

I got in the elevator and clicked for the top floor. They asked for the password.

I think the password's the same that was yesterday. But they could've changed it.

What is so important on the top floor except a fancy room that needs to be password protected?

It's protected to keep out people like you, who enters without notice and starts yelling.

Well, the password wasn't successful in protecting Mr. Aaron from my yells. Besides everything I don't like yelling, but now there's no need of moping because I can't change the past.

I entered the same password from yesterday and it was accepted.

I guess he didn't change it after all!

The elevator started ascending.

I waited but it seemed like the elevator opened to the floor a little too quickly.

I got out and entered the same peaceful surrounding.

I noticed Kourtney sitting on the desk. She looked at me and then turned her gaze down. I guess she's still scared of me. She didn't get up, I think she remembers when I yelled at her yesterday, telling her to 'SIT'. I hate being rude to her.

But then I can't change the past or I would've done a lot of things I shouldn't have done in my life--- like elope with Ethan.

I moved to her counter and asked, "Hey, Can I go inside?"

She kept doing something on the laptop and didn't look at me while she stung me rather than questioned, "Do you need permission?"

Wow, this little girl can be bitch too, huh!

But I accept, I'm on fault this time.

"Okay, Kourtney, I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't usually yell. I was furious that time, that's why." I told her.

She smiled, "I'll ask."

She is pretty with those cute, short red hair and pale face. But she looks very young.

I really don't want to take her job and I don't even like it.

After that she pressed a button on the desk and said, "Sir, Miss Williams is here, should I let her in?"

"Yes." His reply came from the speaker.

I was glued to the ground when Kourtney unglued me, "Why aren't you going?"

Yeah, why aren't you moving? My inner voice asked.

'It's the fear that either he'll listen to me or not.' I replied to my voice.

I moved my hands over my hair to straighten them when they were already straight.

I took off my coat and handed it over to Kourtney, "Take this because it's going to be really hot inside."

"What?" Kourtney asked confusedly as she took my coat.

Did she take it in a wrong way?

"No, no. I meant that he usually yells a lot so it really gets sweaty." I explained.

"No, he doesn't yell!" She said with a frown.

Looks like someone's a real big fan!

I dusted my dress shirt and pant that fitted me perfectly.

Why am I doing all this?

Just go inside.

I finally opened the door and entered the peaceful room peacefully. I moved near his desk and stood at a rational distance.

He had his coat off and was in his white shirt. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled a bit showing his strong wrists. His perfect physique was visible through his shirt.

He's a big distraction! My inner voice was drooling.

God! My inner voice can be really weird sometimes.

His arms were on the desk and he was writing something and his gaze was down on the paper.

I wondered he would've noticed me, so I decided to let him finish.

After a few seconds, he put down his pen and looked up at me, his both arms making a triangle on the desk.

"I am relieved you didn't dart in furiously like you did yesterday." He slightly chuckled.

"I am really sorry for yesterday." I apologized, my tone not too loud and not too faint.

I didn't need to apologize because as I remember I had already did apologize before.

I wanted to ask him about the message. Why did he send me a personal message? And about what he said before the elevator closed.

But this wasn't the right time.

"So I guess you got my message." He said moving away from the table. "So there's a few things I needed to tell you---"

I knew he was about to talk about work and as I wasn't going to do it, I decided to interrupt him.

"Sorry, Sir, for interrupting you but I don't want this job." I said without stuttering, my voice polite.

"Can I ask the reason?" He said politely, resting his back on the huge chair.

Oh, my god! I didn't think about this question clearly. What should I say to him?

"I don't want to take Kourtney's job from her and I really don't like that desk--- it's too uncomfortable." I told him.

"Kourtney isn't the PA and she never was. She's just a girl who sits at the counter. She attends the calls." He sneered.

What? I was thinking it completely differently.

He further said, "and as for the desk--- a PA has a separate room."

He pointed at the room which was visible from his room. He added, "This room opens both outside and directly into my room."

I thought it was a portion of his so fancy room.

I'll have my own room and as for the loneliness, I can hang out with Kourtney. But then I don't want to be his servant.

No, I still don't need this job.

"Is there anything else that's bothering you, Miss Williams?" He asked raising his brows.

My mind was battling for a decision.

"Sorry, I still don't need this job." and it decided.

His expression turned expressionless and he moved near his desk. He placed his elbows on the desk and intertwined his fingers. He then placed his chin on his fingers.

He looked straight at me and muttered, "It's an order, not an offer, Miss Williams." His voice barely audible, yet authoritative.

What? How could he force this on me?

"But I don't want this job." I said frowning but my voice was still polite.

His chest raised. It seemed like he was getting frustrated.

"Miss Williams, that is the door, now go inside your room and when I'll need you, I'll call you." He said pointing at the door which was right inside his room.

Why is he molding the topic? I don't want to be his PA.

"Please, I don't want it." I pled this time, moving a little closer to the desk.

"Please--- Miss Williams." He said stroking his forehead.

"Why are you doing this? I have my say in it." I raised my voice a bit.

"No, you don't!" He yelled slamming his fist on the desk making me jump with fear. "Do you know how poor your performance has been in the last few months? I checked files of all the top three departments and no one's performance was this much poor."

His words were giving me painful burns.

Why was he saying such things?

He started looking for a file in the pile that was right on the desk. He took a file a opened it, "4.0 GPA. I wonder how you got it? Was it cheating or something else, because you don't deserve it. You don't even deserve to be in the second department."

He threw the file at my direction.

The papers in the file scattered around my feet. My hard work, my degrees were now lying on the floor beside my feet.

How could he say such mean things?

His every word stung me deep.

I was on verge of breaking down. But I can't cry--- not in front of a man.

"Then why are you keeping me--- you should've just fired me." My voice was a mere whisper.

"Because of my father. He couldn't stop admiring your skills and then I decided to check your old reports and I was surprised because they were extremely good. I think you can improve. You, working as my personal assistant, will be better and this way I can keep a past-good-worker in check and may be fix from the worker from ruining her career." He said moving his hands through his hair. "Miss Williams whatever it is that's interfering in your work. Stop it! Now, please go to your room."

I didn't want to listen to his hurting words anymore.

I wanted to get out of this room as quickly as I could because I couldn't hold my tears anymore.

I looked at my file lying on the floor, like it was of no worth.

I moved to the exit door but his voice stopped me, "That's your room."

I moved to a door that was inside the room and got in. I entered in a fine room. I looked at a chair and a desk was in front of it. I sat on the chair.

'4.0 GPA. Was it cheating or something?' I remembered what he said.

I tried to keep them in but they came out. I started crying. Tears dripping on my face.

Such a harsh thing to say to someone.

He has no soul.

I remembered how I worked hard for the spot at second department and he simply said that I don't deserve to be there.

How could he?

I cupped my face with my hands and let the tears drop.

It was like the tears weren't stopping.

Stop this nonsense, Ava! You're Strong!

I decided to stop crying.

I tucked the loosen strand of my hair backwards and wiped the tears on my face with my hands.

I looked on the other side and it seemed like all the air was sucked out from the room.

Mr. Aaron was sitting on his room's chair and his eyes were fixed in my direction.

I was frozen.

Can he see me through these glass walls?

He was looking right at me, his expression was blank.

Did he just see me crying?

No, no, no, no.

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N e x t :
6th Chapter.

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"Something really tragic happened to this chapter. Once I wrote this whole chapter, 4500 Words, and somehow it got deleted. I had to write the whole chapter again."

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