After that coffee "break" (which really wasn't a break, it was the duration of an important meeting, ten or so minutes), something shifted.

I guess I felt pity or sympathy for Chopard. I don't know, I guess I saw some of myself in him whenever he asked me those questions about the business industry and my job.

Chopard basically has no knowledge of the real world, I'm guessing his parents coddled him so much that they refused to teach him real lessons about surviving in this fuck up world.

If he were to become a businessman, then sadly, he is going to get eaten alive and spit out like a rotten piece of cereal.

I was like that when I entered this industry, but I learned quickly of what I needed to do.

He has a long way to go. I don't know why I care, but I do.

Maybe because my heart is feeling bad for him and wants to help him, and it's screaming at me to open myself to him and let him in.

All the while, my brain is screaming at me as well to not give in to the demands and focus on what I have to do for myself, and that if I start to feel pity for one person, then it's going to spread like a disease, with no cure.

In the end, when the fight between my brain and heart came down to a decision, I chose my brain.

Logic over emotions.

Even though I am in a position to help people, there is no guarantee that they will be grateful for that help, they will probably, and most likely take advantage of that.

And I can't afford to do that to myself. My ego and pride just won't let me.

I got to this position by myself and with the help of no one, even if no one is asking for it, why should I give help to someone else? Especially someone who has way more resources than I did.

So days passed after that coffee break and back at the office, and Chopard's workload decreased.

I guess I do feel pity for him, truly.

But I'm still cold and heartless towards him, not changing the way I present myself to him. I have to, keeping him on his feet so he knows that I have a watchful eye on him.

Heaven forbid, if I showed him an ounce of pity that I feel on the inside, he might see that as a window of opportunity and slack off, making his performance not up to my standards.

He would use that pity and try to get into my head even more, and before I know it, I'm at the mercy of a man, putting my career and my company at risk.

So no, long story short, showing emotions leads to failure. Hell, if I can turn off these emotions, then that would be great, but unfortunately, I can't.

                                           *

As I sat at my desk, I texted Chopard that I need him in my office ASAP.

He first knocks on the door, and as I permit him to come in, he quickly walks inside, already holding the IPad in hand, ready to write down something.

"Chopard" I said.

"Yes ma'am?" He answered, being more alert than ever.

"Schedule a flight to New York City, I have to take care of some business over there" as soon as I announce that, he got right to typing away on the IPad.

New York City, known for being the capital of the world, it's perfect for anyone starting a business there, it's the global empire basically.

And it's the perfect place to expand my business there. I'll receive several networking opportunities and also expand my wealth into the economy in today's world.

And since other companies are catching up with me, I have to come up with ways to beat them, get ahead in the corporate race, because even though my income is so big that it can probably solve homelessness in the streets, I have to keep pushing forward.

It's one thing to get to the top and it's another to stay there.

Especially when so many companies are getting smarter and stepping up their game.

I just have to be better and one thing that's going to push me and my company to great lengths is expanding into other states and speaking with some of my top clients located there.

And I just might gain new ones, preferably wealthy ones.

As Chopard finished typing up the details of the flight, as well as the hotel rooms and everything else, he tucked the IPad under his arm as he waited for more instructions.

I straighten my back as I announced, "You are coming with me as well, so make sure you have enough clothes and all the paperwork for the trip"

He was shocked by this news, I could tell. His eyebrows were raised, making his eyes go wide for a second, his head leaned back as well, but he composed himself as he nodded, not saying anything else.

Even though I still don't trust him, he still has to perform his duties as my assistant, and coming with me wherever I go is a must, especially an important trip like this one.

Plus, it's a bonus for me, I mean, if I leave for New York and just leave him here, who knows what he would be up to. Considering that scenario, he could gain access to files that he isn't supposed to know.

And he could just tell people that I instructed him to do so, and people would turn a blind eye to it.

And before everyone knows it, the company is going into a shit show.

So for him to come with me on this trip is a good idea, especially since he is going to be with me most of the time, I can keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't do anything shady.

"Is there anything else, Ms. Cantrell?" Chopard asks.

"No, that is all, make sure you are ready for the flight Sunday morning" I said, nonchalant, packing up my folders into my drawers.

"Yes ma'am" he says as he walks out of my office.

                                          *

Back at my house, my clothes and things are all over the place. My housekeeper tries her best to help me pack but I think the mess is starting to freak her out, because she normally comes and my room is clean, hardly any dust in there.

So this is the first time she had seen my room like this.

Because of that, I became embarrassed of the mess easily, and dismissed her so she can clean somewhere else.

As she leaves, I'm practically running around my room, trying to make sure I have everything. Even though the flight is two days from today, I always have this fear that I might forget something, even if the item is important or not.

It shows that I can manage myself and what I do, and that is I'm checking and rechecking my bags to make sure I got everything.

Suits, shoes, important files, bathroom essentials, as I do a mental checklist of everything I have and don't have yet, I hear my phone ding, indicating that someone has messaged me.

I'm just going to check real quick, I thought, who knows, maybe it's someone important or maybe it's Daphne, she was begging me to watch a new show with her–

Liam Chopard is the name that pops up on my lock screen.

This can't be right, I must be looking at this wrong, or maybe I'm going crazy.

Staring at the notification, I am surprised to say the least, this guy never texted me ever. If he needed something, then he would just wait until the following work day and ask me in person.

Sure I gave him my personal number, but I do that with all my past assistants.

He's not any different.

What if it's something important? An emergency that prevents him from coming to New York with me, I mean, I wouldn't mind that, considering how I feel about him.

But–for this trip, I actually do need him, he's my assistant for a reason, he's supposed to assist me.

I take a deep breath in, unlock my phone and go to the message app. I went to click on his name but my finger freezes, about a millimeter away.

As my finger is hovering over his name, I unexpectedly become nervous. Why am I feeling like this?–my breath then starts to become uneven, and both of my hands turn into a sweating mess, causing my phone to start to slip out of my hand.

I instantly threw my phone onto my bed as I rushed into the bathroom, washing my hands until they were dry as the dessert and splashing very cold water onto my face.

Get it together Hailey, I said in my mind.

Walking back into my disaster and the mess of a room, I picked up the phone again. I don't know why I was nervous about opening up a text message from one of my employees.

Fulling clicking on the his name, the following text said–

'Can we see the Statue Of Liberty or maybe go to Time Square??' He asked.

I suddenly burst out laughing, startling myself. I don't remember the last time I laughed like that, it would probably be years ago. But, either way, there was no reason for laughing like that.

I don't know why I was laughing, there was no reason. Maybe because I was nervous of what he was going to say?

Why was I nervous? Maybe because all the stress is getting to me and I'm in a delirious state and I'm at the point where my emotional toll is running high, and my mind is all over the place.

Yeah, yeah–that has to be it.

I just need more sleep.

Deciding on my plans for the next two days before the trip, I quickly texted Chopard back, responding to his question on sight seeing.

'No'

As soon as I sent that text, the word 'seen' popped up immediately under my text. Which meant he must have been waiting for my response.

I mean, who wouldn't, you're texting your boss about a trip that is about to occur in a couple of days.

The three gray little dots appeared, indicating that he's texting back something. I don't know why I didn't notice this before, but, I suddenly find myself having my face so close to the screen.

I snapped out of it and finally relaxed my body. Right then, I noticed how tense I was, I felt my back curving like a scrimp and my hands were sweaty, yet again.

I don't know why I'm acting like this, Chopard is not the first employee I have texted throughout my day.

I'm sick of going back and forward with myself, I keep saying I don't know, I don't know, and yet I haven't found a single solution–

A ding alerts me. I quickly forget my train of thought and open the text message.

'Please' Chopard said in one message, another one pops up below it, 'I'll buy you a cheesecake or a desert of some kind'

At the end, he finished off the text message with a little emoji, a little yellow face having doe eyes, making the face pleading, and that made the texts look like he's pleading to go sightseeing.

For once, I let myself smile at a text message, as I texted, 'We'll see'

I didn't expect him to respond to that, I almost feel like a parent right now, when the child asks to go somewhere or do something, and the parents respond with 'we'll see', making the child anticipate whether or not it's a yes or no.

I feel like that at this moment.

So I put my phone on the bed as I continued to pack, god knows the many things I need for this important trip to New York.

Then I heard another ding from my phone, I picked it back up, not expecting it to be Chopard, and I guessed wrong, it's him.

But he only texted back one little thing, a happy emoji.

                                          *

The day is coming to an end, and I manage to pack most of my things, and I'll have to pack the rest tomorrow, which is fine.

As I finished my shower, I put on my regular pajamas, consisting of shorts and a random t-shirt I got in some random store.

Brushing my teeth, I couldn't help but stare at Chopard's texts. I have no clue why I'm doing this, but I just am.

Plus–I never take my phone in the bathroom while I'm showering, so this is new.

As I kept staring at the text, I finished brushing my teeth, then moved on to my tongue, I rather not have bad breath.

And from there, my mind somehow wandered.

Putting my phone down, closing my eyes, and having one hand on my hip, I imagined him, his green eyes and his brown, fluffy hair.

I imagined cupping his face, as I held his face still as I stared into his eyes. The first time I looked into those eyes in my office was lethal, but my imagination tells me that they soften, just for me.

I began to imagine scenarios, all types of scenarios. Between us, we would have it anywhere, the parking lot, the elevator, the staircase, my office–

Oh god, my office, my closed space, where I can escape from the chaos of my building.

But then again, my imagination doesn't stop there.

A picture plays in my head, me pushing down Chopard into my chair as I get on my knees, unbuttoning his pants, leaving him no run to talk–

I opened my eyes as I saw my reflection in the mirror–my eyes were dilated and I unconsciously continued the motion of brushing my tongue.

My eyes became blurry as I looked more into the mirror.

Taking the toothbrush out of my mouth, I stared at it, it was like I had no control over my brain, I couldn't stop myself.

I know it's wrong, but I couldn't help myself.

Staring back at my toothbrush, I placed it in my mouth again, but this time, I went deeply into my mouth. It was uncomfortable at first but I managed, holding onto the counter for support.

Just like me holding onto his cock to help me fit him into my mouth, his cock moves in and out of my mouth, just like the toothbrush, I imagine him holding on to my chair, the desk or anything, to keep him at bay and not to lose control.

As people are still outside the office and one loud peep out of his mouth, the whole office would be able to hear him.

He placed his hand on my head, pushing my head down further, then thrusting into my mouth.

My gap reflex doesn't care that I'm choking or not.

This motion kept happening as he moaned even more as he took control of my mouth–the thrust got harder, rougher, the rim of my mouth becoming numb to the movement.

He about to come, his cock twitched into my mouth–

Oh my god, I'm about to make him come, me alone.

His thrust got even more rougher and more rougher until–

I gagged hard on my toothbrush, almost throwing up, I was a coughing fit. I rinse my mouth out with water, spit out the toothpaste, and wipe my mouth quickly with my towel. I stared at myself in the mirror, tears filling up my eyes, as that gagged was tough.

Then the realization dawned in me.

What. The. Fuck.

Looks like her imagination ran wild.

-Summer Roe