MY BOSS

"Monday morning was surprisingly bright. I thought aloud as I looked out the window of my tiny apartment. I had used all my savings from my eighteenth birthday to my twentieth to rent this place. The landlady, Sophia, a middle-aged woman, was really nice and considerate, giving me a discount on the rent. She even brought me dinner the night I moved in and helped me with some furniture for the house.

Still lying in bed, I picked up my phone and went through WeChat messages. I read a few texts from our group chat. Alexa and Connor were the only people online.

Lexie ?????:

"Good morning, guys!"

Connor ?:

"Hey! What's up?"

Lexie ?????:

"I'm good, about to leave for the office."

Connor ?:

Me:

"Hey, guys! Quit with the flirting already. ?"

Lexie ????? (typing...):

"We aren't flirting, Sammy. Have some faith in me. Are you ready for your interview?"

Connor ?:

"What interview, @Sammy?"

Me:

"Yeah, what interview? I don't remember having any."

Lexie ?????:

"What??? Don't tell me you forgot you had an interview at Millers?

ME.

OMG! I totally forgot. Thanks, Lex.

I went offline. Shoot! It's 7:00, and I'll be late for my interview if I spend any more time on my phone. How could I have forgotten? I signed the papers at Gabriel's office three days ago, and he sent my resume to them. They called me the day before yesterday for an interview today. Thank God for Alexa; otherwise, I'd be even later.

I hurriedly took a shower and brushed my teeth. I couldn't wash my hair; there was no time to blow-dry it. "Damn, it's greasy as hell," I muttered, staring at the mirror. This wasn't my first interview, but I was nervous as hell. I didn't even know what to wear.

I almost cried when I heard a notification sound on my phone. It was Alexa, sending me a picture of the best outfit choice for me to wear. it was a flared legged office pants,the white floral bow turtle necked blouse with a navy blue Jacket to match .God bless her soul. I rampaged through my wardrobe, looking for the outfit. As I put it on, I rushed to the kitchen to boil water for coffee. It was 7:48, and my interview was at 8:00. I slipped on my shoes and drank my coffee simultaneously. Great! I was skipping breakfast again for the fourth time since I got the news.

"Taxi!" I yelled as I ran to the walkway, waving my hands to flag down a taxi.

**Taxi Driver:**

"Good morning, ma'am," the sturdy man said. On a normal day, I would have argued with him for calling me ma'am, but I had no time.

"Miller's Cooperation, please?" I said as I sat down in the back seat, dropping my handbag on the other side of the chair.

I stood staring at the beautiful woman sitting across from me at the table. She asked me quite a few questions, which was usual. But I guess my resume impressed her already.

"The only vacancy left is the office of personal assistant to the chairman."

"Wait, what? What on earth am I hearing?

a personal Assistant, that would mean I'd have to see him every single day of my life. Are my ears deceiving me? Why a personal—"

"Can you do that?" the woman interrupted, scrutinizing me.

"Er... I think so, ma'am," I stuttered.

"Good! As you might or might not know, the chairman has been hospitalized, and his son will be the acting chairman for now. That means you'll be working for his son, Mr. Dominic," she said.

"I am sure whoever referred you to this job told you the pay, am I right?" she continued.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay! You can start working now," she said with a smile as she stood up and motioned for me to follow her, possibly to show me my office.

SAMANTHA'S POV

As we walked toward the office, I noticed it was a little separated from the other offices—well, it should be. Marble floors and walls, art-filled and covered walls—though with weird art. As she opened the door, we walked into a small but sophisticated office. Wow, this place is literally heaven. The other P.A. must have liked pink a lot because everything there was covered in pink.

"Sorry for the designs! Missy was a very big fan of pink before she left," she said, as if she caught me staring at the pink-covered place.

"We can change the designs if you want," she continued.

"No, it's definitely fine. I'm a big fan of pink myself," I reassured her with a smile.

"If you say so, miss. Okay, so this is your office, and the one adjacent to you is the chairman's. This phone here is the only means you have to reach him. Do not knock on his door or go into his office without first calling him; he hates it."

I nodded my head in response as she gave me so many rules, dos and don'ts for the chairman—how I should make his coffee and his stress-relieving pills. Whoa, sure is plenty of work here, I thought to myself as I watched her leave, only after registering my face in the security system for unlocking the door to the office.

The door of his office was locked. I couldn't open the door, assuming he was the only person who entered there. I sat down and went through some files on the table, eventually opening a blue book that I figured was his schedule for the past and last months. I discovered that he had a lot of galas and events to attend, which meant a significant workload for me.

Worry crept in again. What if he found out who I really was? Would he fire me? Or worse, would he take more drastic measures? My eyes widened in horror, and my heart raced as someone walked into the office.