After everything that went on last night, we got into a heated argument. We went on and on about things that I can't even remember, and it resulted in us sleeping in separate rooms. I found myself in the spare room while he retreated to his usual bedroom.

The morning brings the reality of our strained relationship. Aiden makes it abundantly clear that we won't be driving together, emphasizing my role as his assistant or whatever he calls it. He also reminded me that It's my responsibility to get to the office at least ten minutes before him, ensuring everything is prepared to his satisfaction.

The sound of something dropping in his room means he is awake and about to get ready, and I waste no time. I grab my phone and check the time, my heart racing as I realize the limited hours I have to get ready. I can only hope that my car is in the driveway as he promised, as I have no time to spare.

I rush through the morning routine, throw on suitable work clothes, and hastily brush my hair and teeth. The clock is ticking, and I need to make a quick exit. With a final glance in the mirror, I gather my belongings and hurry out the door, praying that my car will be waiting for me. It's going to be a race against the time to reach the office on time.

With a sense of urgency, I head to the front door, my footsteps echoing through the house. As I fling it open, relief washes over me when I spot my car in the driveway, just as Aiden had promised.

The engine roars to life as I hop in, and I speed out of the driveway. The morning sun is already casting long shadows, and I have a long day ahead of me. Rush-hour traffic is the last thing I need, but I have no choice.

My mind races as I drive. The argument with Aiden still weighs heavily on my thoughts. Our relationship has always been tumultuous, but with him coming back into my life, it has reached a breaking point.

Despite the inner turmoil, I know that my work awaits me. Aiden depends on my efficiency, and there is no room for error today. With determination in my heart, I focus on navigating the morning traffic, determined to arrive at the office on time and meet the demands of the day.

As I reach the office building, my heart pounds with a mixture of apprehension and determination. I quickly park my car and rush into the building, where the familiar hustle and bustle of the office greets me.

Workers I don't know exchange greetings with me and scurry about, the energy of a typical workday filling the air.

I make my way to my office and to my desk, wasting no time in pulling out the day's agenda.

I know I'm in for a challenging day. Aiden has made it clear that I need to prove myself as his assistant, and I'm determined to rise to the occasion. Being new to the role, I haven't had the chance to prepare anything for Aiden yet.

With the clock ticking, I realize that I can't afford to waste a single second. I quickly turn on my computer and start checking his emails. Aiden's inbox is flooded with messages and meeting requests, all demanding his attention.

I begin organizing his calendar for the day, ensuring that everything is synchronized. As I do, a voice in my head keeps replaying Aiden's words from the night before. He expects me to be well-prepared. I can't let him down.

With a sense of urgency, I review the notes from his recent discussions, trying to get a grasp of his priorities. The office phone rings, and I answer it, juggling multiple tasks simultaneously. The voice on the other end informs me that Aiden's morning appointment is running late, which means we have a little extra time.

I seize this opportunity to dash to the coffee machine and grab two cups. Aiden likes his coffee a particular way, and I am determined to get it right. I hurry back to my desk and prepare the coffee with carefulness I hadn't known I possessed. After it is done, I make my way to his office. When I enter, I sense the tension as his eyes meet mine, but I can't decipher his thoughts. He moves to his seat, and as he takes a sip of the coffee I've prepared, his expression sours.

My heart sinks as he throws a disgusted look in my direction, "What's this?"

I take a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to respond. "I made you coffee, just the way you used to like it," I say with a warm smile, hoping it will alleviate the brewing storm.

Aiden's response is far from comforting. "People change, Aaliyah," he remarks coldly. "I want it burning hot, with less milk. This completely tastes like dog shit."

His words sting, but I am determined not to let his harsh criticism deter me. I know that working as his assistant involves adapting to his every preference and attitude, no matter how demanding.

"I'm sorry, Aiden," I reply calmly. "I'll make a fresh one immediately."

I swiftly rush to the coffee machine, preparing a new cup with the adjustments he requested. While the coffee machine hisses and sputters, Aiden's voice slices through the air. "And I prefer my coffee with a dash of cinnamon," he adds, his voice laced with a tone of expectancy.

My jaw tightens, but I nod, noting the additional requirement. A dash of cinnamon - I have to remember that.

I return to Aiden's office once more, bearing a fresh cup of coffee, hot enough to burn anyone's tongue. The aroma is now subtly tinged with cinnamon, which I hope will please him.

Aiden takes a cautious sip, his eyebrows furrowing. "Still not quite right," he muses aloud, his gaze fixed on the steaming cup. "I need a little honey to balance it out, and a doughnut."

I have never known anyone to be so particular about their coffee, but Aiden is an entirely different beast. I nod once more, holding back any signs of frustration. With each new request, the challenge of satisfying him only seems to grow.

After adding a touch of honey and fetching two doughnuts, I return with the altered coffee. Aiden finally seems content with the mixture, although I know it's only a matter of time before he finds another adjustment to request.

As he sips the drink, his gaze shifts from the coffee to me. "Aaliyah," he begins, his eyes locking onto mine, "we need to go through the upcoming meeting schedule. Also, I have a few emails that require immediate attention."

I mentally brace myself for the workload that lies ahead, realizing that my first day as Aiden's assistant is bound to be a trying one. But deep down, I can't help but feel a surge of determination to rise to the challenge.

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