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'I was right, you're perfect for ...'

His words kept repeating in my head over and over again like a song on repeat and not any song, a song that you hate the most. 

What was he trying to say?

I moved towards my compartment with this only question lurking over my head.

I kept moving looking down at the floor, watching my steps, thinking about the same thing I've been thinking since the elevator closed.

This question is really bothering me, 'What does me meant by that?'  

As Noah caught a glimpse of me he rolled his chair facing me and hooted dramatically, "Wo ho! Ava! Is it really you or there's something wrong with my eyes."

I didn't reply him and kept walking towards my compartment. I really wanted to say something--- I really like to have a Tom and Jerry (mouse and cat) fight with Noah and it is quite entertaining arguing with him.

Mostly when we argue, just for fun, whole staff gathers around us, like there's an actual wrestling going on.

But today I didn't feel like arguing with him. Maybe if I do--- I might be able to take my mind off of the crazy thought that smirking jerk had left me with.

Noah looked at me confusedly. Surely he was expecting a nice, stingy reply from me. But he didn't receive a single word or not even a middle-finger--- but then I'm not much of a fan of that gesture.

I was relieved when he didn't come up to me to ask what was up with me.

Brit waved at me and I managed to pass a fake smile to her and I think she noticed that somethings off with me because she started moving towards me the moment she saw me fake smiling at her.

No one can bear the pain when they receive a fake smile from someone and especially their friend.

Brit's usually terribly poor in observing expressions and feelings, like it's been over a year and she still can't look the love in Noah's eyes for her. 

I pity poor Noah. He's so cute with those beautiful girly kind of lips and cool hairstyle he usually keeps and he looks hot in his quite well physique. But he's shy when it comes to expressing his love for Brit.

I remember when Noah told me the truth about his crush on Brit. Even though I already knew, I still acted like a dumb person who didn't know a thing. I told him to man up and tell her about his feelings. But he said that it will destroy everything he have with her. 

I really feel bad for him. I sometimes think about telling Brit myself about Noah's crush on her, but then I have promised Noah that I won't mutter a word to anyone. 

Even though I don't believe in this stupid feeling or I should say thing called love, I don't stop people from it. But I don't encourage them either. 

Sometimes I want to tell Noah that the thing he is feeling for Britney - this feeling is not permanent. It's just an attraction--- a temporary attraction. 

No one can ever love someone or to be precise remain attracted to someone forever. This thing called 'undying affinity' it's just bullshit because the affinity always weakens and eventually dies.

I've been married and I thought I was in love with that monster, but soon I realized that I hated him more than I could ever know. He ruined my life and I thought I loved him. I never believed that he will give me so much pain. 

I was stupid girl.

But not anymore. 

I never say that there's not a thing like attraction, you do feel attracted to people but there isn't such thing like love. 

And if there's anything called love, then it is noting, but an affliction and I don't want affliction in my life.

I saw Brit reaching near me. I don't want her to. 

Despite Brit's poor observing skills, she always observes my expression.

She knows me way too well and she knows that today's something up with me.

"What happened?" She asked walking with me.

I shook my head in negative. I didn't want to talk with her--- yet. But I know if I'll do, she's going to make me feel better one way or another.

"There got to be something wrong. I mean you came early--- well, you're still a few minutes late but still early than usual and the weird 'I am confused' look on your face. There clearly is something up with you!" She made a whole speech as I reached my compartment.

I didn't mutter a single word and I think I didn't listen to half of her speech.

Sorry, Brit, but it was a boring speech and I can't think of anything else, other than Mr. Aaron's words. 

I positioned myself on my chair.

Brit stood beside my chair, her fingers drumming the back of my chair and her eyes fixed on me.

She was waiting for my reply. 

Why she always wants some answer? I'm not in a mood of talking.

When I kept silent and didn't even look at her she went away saying, "When you're ready to talk--- you know I'm here."

I think she's mad at me now. 

I just looked at her while she moved back to her compartment.

I'm so sorry, Brit. There's so much in my head and I can't share it with you right now, but I'll tell you today on break.

I'm perfect for--- what?

This thought's been messing with my brain.

'Can't I get his voice out of my head!' I stroked my forehead.

He is one crazy guy.

What could possibly fit with this stupid sentence?

'I'm perfect for a--- warning letter?' I thought of the possibilities.

Well, Ava, you have already received a warning letter so it can't be this, but it might be.

Did he gave me a warning letter because I was perfect for it?

Yeah! Like this makes any sense. He gave it because of my bad performance.

Stop Ava! You're wasting your time and  I probably think your head's going to explode if you kept thinking about this.

I think he was just teasing. He meant nothing. He said that because he wanted me to feel like this--- he's testing me to see how long I can survive in this company.

He's just a smirking jerk!

I knew it. He gave me a warning letter and now he's going to torment me in any way possible so that I won't be able to show good performance.

Well, Ava, you'll show him that you're strong then, right? 

No, this is all bullshit.

He meant something else and I know it. The amount of time I've been near and around him--- which is very little, but I've known one thing for sure, he won't do anything without a purpose.  

Like he didn't fire me because he knew that I could still improve my performance and that I'm an old memeber of this company and he gave me a warning letter because my performance wasn't rational in the last few months. 

Like I said--- he always have a purpose.

Damn! Another good fact about Mr. Perfectly Perfect.

Could he be more perfect than this!

So in the same manner, he wouldn't have said that without a purpose.

"You're perfect for---" I repeated out loud what he said before the elevator closed.

God! He didn't even had an single expression over his face when he said these words--- if he had I could have studied his expression and postulated what he was trying to say. 

I'm in a complete mystery and I hate mysteries.

We stood for like centuries in that stupid elevator--- couldn't he say this shit to me then. But no, Mr. Perfectionist had to say it when I got out and the elevator was about to close.

Dammit!

I think he didn't mean anything by that and he said it so because then I'll be having this eerie feeling and I won't be able to focus on my work.

You know what Mr. Aaron, I'm not even going to think about it.

Your childish plan fails, I'm just going to focus on my work.

There's no point in wasting my time on this.

I'll ask him when the day ends. It's not like the world will destroy if I won't get what he was saying.

I banged my purse on the table and opened my laptop.

We are provided with separate laptops in company that remains here and our work e-mail accounts only run on these laptops.

I checked my notifications. I haven't received any. Okay, that's good. 

I was about to start my work when Ken yelled from his office, "Hey Ava!  Have you checked your emails?"

"What happened? Did something happened to them? Don't say I have lost all of them!" I yelled back too.

We both had to yell because we both had quite a distance between us.

"Just check." I could see him roll his eyes.

"But I haven't got any." I protested.

"Oh, about that, sorry I read it before you did, so that's why it shows that you didn't receive any notification." He made an apologetic face.

"Ken! How many times I have told you not to check my e-mails ." I was a little miffed.

It's such a bad thing to do. I hate when people interfere in other people's life. Everyone should mind their own business.

"It's not like they are personal, it's just work mails." He said.

Yeah he's right, but still.

Before I could open my mail he notified, "It's from Sir." 

Everyone was busy in their work, but as soon as Ken mentioned that I had received a direct message from Mr. Aaron everyone diverted their attention to me.

What? Why would he send an email directly to me? He could've sent it to Ken.

What's going on?

"I'm a hundred percent sure that this time it's my Termination Letter!" I exclaimed out loud bringing my cursor close to the Mail app.

I opened it and on the top was his e-mail which has already been seen by Ken.

I opened the email, which had no subject.

**
From: Mr. Aaron James Smith.
To: Miss Ava Marie Williams.

Subject: None.
Message: Miss Williams, I want to inform you persoanlly that from now on you'll be working as my P.A., right from today.

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"What did he write?" Noah asked who was right behind me, peeking at my laptop, hoping he could see the message himself.

The shut my laptop angrily.

What the hell!

Is he for real? I don't want to be his P.A.

I didn't reply anyone who was questioning me. 

Ken stood at a distance and addressed, "Everyone, Ava from now on will be working as Sir's Personal Assistant."

Can't you keep something in your belly! Stupid Ken!

"Congratulations, Ava."

"Oh, she's in big trouble."

"I heard a personal assistant has a lot of pay."

"Omg! She'll be so near Sir. I wish I was in place of her. Lucky, bitch!"

I heard a lot of voices some congratulating me, others warning and some saying how such a lucky bitch I am to be his P.A.

I just want them to stop.

Noah patted on my head, messing up my few hair and said grinning, "I don't know if we should give you a treat or get one from you."

I didn't reply him.

"Okay, everyone, back to work!" Ken ordered clapping his hands and everybody finally left me alone.

I slumped my head on my laptop.

I don't want to be his personal assistant. 

How could he even think of making me one? I'm not good and I yelled at him.

I was right he's all about the looks and there's nothing in his beautiful shaped skull.

Because only a crazy, mentally damaged person can make such a decision.

And I don't even like a Personal Assistant's job--- it's like a servant. I didn't get a 4.0 G.P.A to work as his servant.

No, No, No, I can't!

'Wait! I mean it's not compulsory, I still have my say in in it, right?' I questioned myself.

I'll just tell him that I don't want to be his PA and that please make someone else.

As I was buried in my thoughts, I jerked my head up when I thought of something. 

'I'm perfect for--- being his personal assistant?'

Is this what he truly meant when he was saying, 'I was right, you're perfect for---' 

What the fuck? This can't be. I wasted so much of my time and burnt half of my fuel figuring out what he was saying.

'I'm perfect for being his personal assistant.' I repeated once again. Is this even making any sense?

I cupped my face with my both hands thinking deeper. 

If this is what he was saying then you got to be kidding me?          

But this doesn't fit. 

I'm perfect for being his personal assistant.

This sounds really weird.

I'm thinking about the possibilities that associates with office and job. What if he was saying something completely different? Something way far from my work.

God! This guy is really making me crazy.

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