CHAPTER 5

APRIL'S POV

I really can't believe Lady Sun made me sign for this job. I wanted revenge, but not this way. What if he finds me suspicious? What if he runs a background check on me? I learned his father can be ruthless; what if they find out I'm spying on them?

This isn't the first time I will disguise to get to the root of a matter; I've done it when the mission permits but not for a long period. How do I cope within a year?

I got an apartment so close to Jason Stone's. Lady Sun chose that part of the city so I can monitor his movement. I got new office wear, make-up, shoes, and bags. Lady Sun also got me some pretty heels, even though it's irrelevant. It may sound absurd, but as a lady, I rarely wore a feminine dress; I prefer guy's clothing, which will allow me to work and move freely. Wearing heels is another herculean task. I remember my first attempt at wearing heels. My legs were shaking, and I could hardly feel it. They became red and sore. Unable to bear the discomfort, I pulled them off and walked barefoot. I only wear gowns on rare occasions, which I find foreign. I know I look breathtaking when I wear them, but it's always uncomfortable.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I must say I really look good. I wore a simple black shirt on a purple pant, black heels, and a black bag. I had to go with the purple pants because I didn't want to go all black. I applied a purple lipstick and packed my hair in a ponytail.

I knocked on the door for the seventh time. After impatiently waiting, I opened the door and met Jason Stone sitting by the edge of his office table.

"Who are you?!!!" He shouted.

"I'm...the...ne..w...per...s..." I stammered due to his outburst.

"You are the new?" He looked at me suspiciously, with his eyes piercing every corner of my face. The media didn't describe him well; he was more than crazy. He scanned my whole body as if looking for something that has been missing for days.

"I'm the new PA, Apr..."

"I know who you are." He cuts in.

"You are late." He shouted. It's that his voice—he or she just loves startling people. Judging from his appearance, he isn't just crazy but grumpy. He was indoors while I was knocking, and he refused to reply. "Such an idiot." I half yelled.

"Are you saying something?" he asked.

I shook my head in denial. I didn't want to give a bad record on my first day of work. I need to be patient if I want to achieve my aim. If not for anything at all, my dead parents. Tears glittered in my eyes as I tried to fight back the already clouded tears in my eyes.

"As my personal assistant, you need to know what I like and don't. These are everything you need to know about me. If you don't have any questions, you can leave." He pushed a file to me with a title, HOW TO GIVE THE HANDSOME JASON STONE YOUR HEART. How ridiculous!

I looked at him and looked at the book. Did he say handsome? What's so handsome about his half-carved nose that escaped creation, his big-sized eyes, or his shapeless amoebic head? Then his long legs and long arms, or is it his teeth that look like they will suck her blood very soon? Yea, I'm exaggerating, but you really need to understand that he is the opposite of handsome in a million folds.

I opened the file, and what I saw got me gobsmacked. I guess the recipient of the file isn't human; it had better be an alien

*YOU MUST ALWAYS RESUME WORK BY 7 AM; LATECOMING ATTRACTS PENALTY.

*YOU MUST NOT GET ME COFFEE FROM THE OFFICE CAFETERIA

*MY COFFEE MUST BE BOUGHT AT MC CAFE AND MUST BE GIVEN TO ME WHEN IT IS AT 46.5°C (USE A THERMOMETER WHEN NECCESSARY)

*I HATE BREAD THAT CONTAINS CHEESE.

*I EAT LUNCH AT EXACTLY 1 PM; YOU MUST GET THE FOOD I WANT BEFORE 1 PM ON A TEMPERATURE OF 70°C.

*I DON'T EAT VEGS. I HATE EGGS.

*WHEN WRITING A REPORT, MAINTAIN A MARGIN LINE OF 2CM.

Who does he expect to do this? It definitely can't be me because...

I picked up the phone almost immediately after it started ringing.

"Get me coffee in five minutes time." I heard him say it from the other end, and he hung up.

"Get me coffee in five minutes." I mimicked after dropping his call. What if I'm his PA? Am I his slave?

I got the coffee thirty minutes later, dragging my tired self to his office. The long queue took my time and energy. I don't understand why I need to get him coffee from a place that is almost a kilometer away from the office. I told them to make it very hot so that before I get to the office, the temperature would have dropped to 46.5°C.

I knocked on his office consecutively and didn't get any response. I pushed open the door and met him on the chair, tapping his finger hard on the table. I guess it's his habit of not replying to knocks on the door. Brat!

"I'm sorry sir, there was a long queue."

He cuts me short by gesturing me to bring his meal. He took a sip and spat the whole content in his mouth on my body.

"What is this? Coffee or poison." He retaliated.

"Get me a good coffee or get out of here."

I rushed to the shop again and got a thermometer, but I keep getting negative results. It's either it drops below or above his desired temperature. It's really weird to be selective about the temperature of coffee.

After trying for the third time, I dropped the coffee on his table and told him to go get it himself if he was being particular about it. I left his office in annoyance and went straight to the company's cafeteria to get lunch. I won't allow him to spoil my day.

"Devil." I cursed under my breath.