Chapter 2

Megan POV

Climbing the steps of G.L.O.S.H, I kept thinking about Stevie, I haven't seen her since that night. I attempt so many times to call her, but I felt the guilt tighten my chest, she didn't even let me explain, what happened that night, I didn't know it was Anthony, but I guess the damage was already done. My heels clicked against the floors of G.L.O.S.H, My first day and I already felt like trash, held my head down as I entered the elevator, a walk of shame maybe?

“Hey! Hey! Can u hold that for me,” I proceeded like I didn't hear anyways, but the person got in just in time,

“Top floor right?” I only shook my head indicating a yes, lost in my thoughts, the tone of the elevator brought me back to reality, the gentleman stepped out and went on his way.

As I approached the desk where a brunette stood behind, the sound of my heels caught her attention,

“You must be Francis, the new P. A” she gave me a full body scan followed with a disgusted look,

“Well then, follow me,” she kept walking towards a large door while talking, and I was behind her listening keenly,

“Listen a lot of girls come around here, and they last like a week, luckily two, because they can't follow simple instructions, it's simple, organize Mr. Rhone's meetings, update him on new possible business deals, keep yourself presentable, your working environment clean, and he likes his coffee black, always knock before you enter, and for Christ’s sake don't talk out of ter... umm why aren't you writing this down, ” she turned around and froze, clutching on the doorknob,

“I will be okay, I will remember, thank you very much though.” She rolled her eyes and proceeded to turn the knob, I notice she didn't even knock as she told me to, hmm intriguing.

“Over there is your work station, Mr. Rhone will be in about forty-five seconds, stand when he enters and please speak when you're spoken to,” with that said she turned and walked away,

“Oh and one more thing Francis; don't make the same mistake all the other P. As did, keep your legs close, it would be sad to see you go so soon” she smirked then left the room.

“Such a bitch, wonder what's her prob— ”

interrupted by the swinging of large doors, the devil himself entered. I shot up from my seat, immediately, observing the way he swayed towards his desk, walking so lightly, in an angelic manner, he was holding what seems to be a file in his hands not even meeting my glance,

 “Aye so yes Francis I see here where you have one year experience of working in Los...”

“Angeles... That would be Los Angeles, sir” finally we made eye contact, and it was like his heart stopped for a second, he stood there, with an emotionless expression on his face,

“You!” was all he managed to say,

“Yes— me, it's my pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Rhone” I smiled wickedly, surprise! surprise boss.

Slamming the file against his desk, he walked towards me,

“What are you doing here? who hired you!?”

we were at least one inch apart, he was too close, once again our faces were so close and strangely I felt my body heat up, a thousand emotion rush to my core, this man hasn't changed one bit, I felt my stomach unfold and fluttered with butterflies, I think I might even soil my undies, this man had sex appeal without even trying, he reached out for my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze,

“ANSWER ME! DAMM IT,” I was startled at his sudden tone of aggression,

“Mrs. winter did sir,” I barely managed to squeak out.

Releasing me, he went over by the big windows behind his desk, ran his hand through his hair, and sighed,

“When was the last time you spoke to her?” His back was facing me, and he glanced down at the city below, but I sense the sadness in his voice, I could picture the sorrowful look on his face, I felt his pain too,

“Since that night we haven't spoken, she moved from her old house, changed her number it seems, I can't even get a hold of her these days, I follow her social media with a fake account, but she hasn't posted in a long while and I miss her so much you know, I didn't know you were Anthony at first, and I am sorry about the engagem— ”

 “Stop Megan, the past is the past, we should move on, I tried to explain to her that I kissed you, I had too much champagne... I think we both did,” I just stood there, head down trying to fight off these emotions of anger, sadness, mixed with disappointment knowing that probably if he wasn't drunk, he wouldn't have kissed me, I felt embarrassed actually.

“But!” He quickly said in a cheerful mood causing me to look at him rather too quickly,

"Since you're already here, and I need a P. A, you can stay, am sure, Mrs. Higgins already explained your duty around here, it's quite simple, and you should be ok, Right... now tell me, how my day looks Francis...oh by the way you can sit now,” he leans against his desk, studying me as if I'm a spreadsheet, I quickly sat, pushed my emotions aside and got straight back to professionalism, searching the calendar schedule on the computer in front me,

 “Oh right, yes sir, in five minutes you have a board meeting concerning the new concepts of the wine cover, at 12:05 you got lunch, with Mr. Rodriguez, on the signing off of the shipments, I'm seeing here where your signature needs to be on couple documents, and that's about it sir,” looking up from my desktop I saw him still staring me down, it made me shift uncomfortably in my chair,

 “Tell me this Francis, did the receptionist not told you about my coffee?” he had a questioning look on his face, I chuckled,

“She did indeed tell me u liked your coffee black, but who the hell drinks their coffee black, I mean I love mine with cream along with oven-baked biscuits, freshly coming the...”

 “STOP TALKING AND GO GET MY FUCKING COFFEE FRANCIS!” I quickly shot up and dashed off towards the door, which surely took me by surprise wow this guy is surely a jer…”

"Oh and Francis, I kissed you almost a year ago, never assumed you're my friend, you're just my P. A, do your job, get paid and leave, I don't fuck low lives, you're just too...not my type”, I stood there boiling, I wanted to run over there a rip him from limb to fucking limb, this man a jerk, no he much closer to a son of a bi—

“WELL THEN? My coffee isn't going to get itself now, is it?”

I glared at him before storming off opening the door and despite my anger, it closed it quietly, because I needed this job.