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His Brat (Pt. 2)

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By Author Billiejo PriestleyPublished 5 years ago 7 min read
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Rolling over, I go to sleep, the words from the contract flying through my mind, my dreams shifting into brief visions relating to his contract. I feel myself turning and unsettled. Waking up I feel far more tired than before I went to sleep.

My mind instantly thinking about that contract, why am I so obsessed with it? I get ready and begin the walk to the address on his card, the contract in my bag. I am still not sure if I am going to point out he gave me the wrong one or not.

Standing outside, I look at the building. Mancini written in large letters on the front. My body shaking slightly as I prepare myself to walk in, I should just turn and walk away; I know I should. Yet I can't, I need this job even if he has a side of him I don't feel comfortable with.

Time seems to be passing me by, I keep glancing at the clock, watching as it moves the time I should be in there. 20 minutes later and I still stand here. Maybe I should leave? I am late now, so no doubt he will be busy. Giving my head a wobble, I walk through the doors; a young man stood waiting.

"Miss Delcox?" I nod looking at him. He is short and thin, but apparently well-educated. My eyes glancing around. Why is everyone dressed so casual? I look down at myself; I am overdressed, way too overdressed.

"This way. Mr. Mancini has been waiting for you" I nod and follow. Why am I so quiet? I can't just nod in response to everything—and I certainly cannot get through the interview nodding.

He guides me to a door opening, Marcus sat there at the desk. He looks up and smiles at me.

"I assumed you were not coming and had changed your mind?" He looks at me. Is that a question? I believe it is.

"No, sorry I was just running a little late." Okay, so I lied, maybe not the best start to this job interview.

"Come in and sit down." Nodding, I do.

"Wait a minute, how did he know my name?" I never gave it to Marcus, so how did the other guy know it?

"Not that hard, Miss Delcox. You see, I work closely with the firm that declined your application. A simple phone call and I was able to get your name." His response seems genuine; still weird though.

"Anyway, how did you find the contract?" His words make me look at him. My cheeks begin to fluster as my heart rate speeds up. I can't deny it or lie. What happens if he asks me a question about it?

"Erm, well." I move and grab the contract out of my bag and place it on the desk. "You gave me the wrong one." His eyes glance down, and the shock is evident on his face.

"I am so sorry, Miss Delcox. Please accept my apologies, for I carry a few contracts around with me. I am truly sorry." He quickly grabs it, shoving it in his drawer.

"Hey, no worries, Mr. Mancini. It was excellent bedtime reading material." Okay, that was wrong, maybe I shouldn't have read it?

"You read it?" He looks shocked. Maybe now I have lost the job for sure, and before even being interviewed?

"I did, and I apologise for that. It was clearly invading your personal space. I didn't look at the cover, I just flipped it open and began reading. Then afterwards, I just couldn't stop reading it. Again, I am sorry. I should have respected your personal space." Only now have I realised what I have done. Anyone else would have put it down and not read it, but me? No, I did.

"It is fine, Miss Delcox. Honestly, and call me Marcus. As my personal assistant, you may from time to time be printing these off anyway. I was just surprised it interested you enough to want to read." His voice is low as he sits looking at me, and all I can do is a nod in response.

"So, what I will need help with... you will be my personal assistant, here and outside of work. I may from time to time invite you to an event as a sort of escort—none sexual of course—but you will be paid for your time with me. You will be writing up contracts, ensuring I make all my appointments, and pretty general stuff, to be honest." Once again, I nod. What is wrong with me? I need to speak.

"That all sounds fine with me. Can I ask what the dress code is?" He looks at me and laughs slightly.

"Sorry, I should have told you. I don't like the whole suited and booted rule. If your comfortable like that, sure, but as long as you do not show up in jogging bottoms and a baggy jumper, you are fine. Smart casual is fine." He seems so relaxed, a little too relaxed to be someone's boss.

"Okay, that is great." He nods at my response.

"Now, please tell me about you. I like to get to know my employees on a personal level, so then I know who they really are." Nodding, I open my mouth to answer, closing it again. What parts should I share with him?

"I am 26, born in the country, and my dad raised me alone till I was 23 when he passed away. I was a model student in school, went to college and to university studying business, law, counseling, and accounting." I go to carry on, but his hand lifts up stopping me.

"Why so many different courses?" He looks at me questioningly.

"Well, I was always going to do business and accounting, but then after my dad had an issue and needed a lawyer, I decided to do law as well, and the counseling, well, I don't know. I just wanted to do something that could help people on a personal level, not just business." It was tiring, that is for sure, but well worth it—or I thought it would have been anyway.

"So, I hope this is not too personal, but relationships? Your close friends and partners, how much commitment do you need for them?" His question throws me with yet another question I can answer easily, but at the same time, I am not sure I should tell the truth.

"My friends are all miles away. I moved cities to find new work, clearly failed at that. And no partner, the last two years I have not wanted that commitment while trying to find a job and settle down here." Truth; I can't lie and then somehow have so much free time on my hands.

"Okay, well, Miss Delcox, if you are willing to take the job, then it is yours." He looks at me waiting for my response.

"Sorry if this seems rude, but why? Surely, you have a drawer full of applications for this job. Why just give it to me without checking my experience?" Maybe I shouldn't be asking this, but I feel I need to.

"Well, firstly, yesterday you were like a damsel in distress, and well, I can't have you staying like that. Second, I am an outstanding judge of character, and you, Anaya, seem perfect for the job. I guess a third thing would sometimes be you have to take risks to move forward. Here, I am taking a risk." Nodding, I say nothing else. His reasons are enough.

"So, is that a yes?" He looks at me waiting.

"Yes, I would love the job." He smiles and stands up.

"Great, let me show you around, and if you are not busy tonight, I have a business meeting I need someone to accompany me to?" He looks at me. This seems to be going too quick, but I need the job.

"Of course."

He smiles as we walk out the door and he shows me around the building.

Part Three will be uploaded tonight.

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Author Billiejo Priestley

Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.

www.linktr.ee/authorbilliejopriestley

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