How much faith?

Kathleen

The vibration causes me to jump from the bed,the action successfully earning me a moment of dizziness.

I shake my head slowly and pick up the phone.

Twenty six missed calls from Josh and thirty seven messages. Fault on him,I called him last night and he refused to pick up.

The figure next to me shifts,grabbing my attention.

He is not Josh.

He is not my boyfriend.

The memories of last night vaguely make their way into my mind.

An argument with my partner,walking out on him. Feeling mad that he did not stop me. I ended up in the club. After one shot I was on the floor with this man whose name I did not know. Now I am waking up next to him in the bed.

Not sure how he convinced me but I'm sure it was not a drunken mistake.

The phone vibrates again and I quickly pick up.

“Yes,Williams speaking.”

“You need to report to work by nine today…”All the alcohol left my system.

“Um,yes,yes. I'll be there.” I affirm already getting out of bed and picking up my clothes.

I grabbed the silk gown and threw it over my body, cursing the fact that I'd gone to the club with it.

I catch his shifting from the corner of my eyes and that was enough to make me sprint out the room.

The issue of the non drunken mistake would be dealt with later.

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“Hello, I'm-”

‘Kathleen Williams.” The woman finished.

“Yes.”

“This way.” He went round the back. I closely followed. We took the elevator to what I assume was the last floor.

“The view up here? magnificent. “ She puts in the code and the door slides open.

I gasp.”Whoa. This is my office?”

The corners of her lips tugs up a little. “Aren't you a delusional one.”

My eyes shifts from the huge desk to the other one smaller in size when compared. “Why do I sit in the same room as him?”

she shrugs.

“Well that's uncomfortable.” I murmur to myself.

“It is.” She agrees. “Now,your task include practically following him around,doing as he asks and not offering suggestions.”

“Sooo where is he?”

“Running late. Go get through today's schedule and the folder with everything else you need to know. Goodluck.”

And she left.

Cool.

His office was larger than my room at the apartment i shared with Josh.

I plop myself in his chair and start swinging.

My phone vibrates. “Josh,hey.”

“You were supposed to call me!” He shrieks.

“I know. I know.” I say waving him off as if he could see me. “Ill explain everything tonight.”

“You better because your shitty boyfriend came and accused me of sleeping with you.”

I frown. “That's terrible.”

“I know. He's making it seem like I don't have a taste.”

I laugh at that.

“I'm at work right now. I didn't want to wake you up when I got home.” I settle on looking outside the view. “I hear my boss is an asshole. Well,I don't know yet but if he is the I'll just tell him to shove it.”

Josh laughs just as I hear the sounds of shoes against the floorboard.

“Yeah,I think that's my boss.” I whimper. “let me call you back.”

I breathe in and out,deeply before plastering a smile on my face and turning to face my boss.

“I might as well take the other seat and leave everything to you.”

I let out a nervous look.

Not from this exact situation but from the fact that my brain registered his image immediately my eyes set on him.

I rolled my lips and tried to avoid his burning gaze.

“Sorry,” I give a quick bow and rush to my respective place.

He unbuttoning his jacket and takes his seat.

I sink into mine as I fought the urge to hide under the desk. Or better yet leave the room.

After a long period of uncomfortable silence,he spoke.

“You are?”

I stand. “Kathleen Williams, your personal assistant. “

he leans back in his chair,eyes focused on me. “Kathleen Williams, huh?” he asked with a smirk.

I swallowed hard. “You don't just tell your real name to strangers.” I argued.

“Especially if they are assholes.”

oh shit.

“I'm sorry.” It's not my fault his reputation went before him.

He goes back to his work. I shut my eyes tight and tried not to die from embarrassment.

“Are you commando today as well?”

My stomach dropped,probably liver failure or something. I'd know if I had finished medicine school.

“What?” I squeaked, hiding my face behind the screen.

“Or is that a conversation to have with Elizabeth.”

I clear my throat. “Um,She's dead. Elizabeth, that is.”

He nods with a hum. “She was amazing. Except for the part she escaped without notice. We could have had a great morning.”

A warm feeling rose in my stomach and heat flooded my cheeks.

“She,I,...” No coherent sentence came.

“What's on the schedule.”

“That.” I breathe out thankful for the change of topic.

“A meeting at eleven then another one with your father at four in the evening.” I slur the last part not understanding why he needs a meeting set up with his father.

“Cancel the evening one.” He ordered his voice cold.

I glance over to him then back to the screen.

Moments passed with me going through the folders I was asked to and actually like I was not hyper aware of his presence,or his cologne or the memory that flooded my mind making me light headed.

“Ms,William. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Do you believe in resurrection?”

Whatever I was thinking I hoped my face hid it well.

“Yes. I think so. I mean,I practically grew up in a religious family and Christ resurrected so-” I shrug.

“What does it take to resurrect someone?:

Maybe his parent or sibling died and he's looking for closure. “Faith? I think.”

“How much faith?: his eyes searched mine.

“Size of the mustard seed. I'm certain the priest mentioned something like that.”

“True.” i could practically see the wheels I his mind turning. “So if I believe hard enough someone I want could come back to life?”

I give him a hopeful smile. He must have truly loved that person. “There's no pain in trying.” I answer softly.

He nods.

I need coffee.

“Excuse me.”

“Ms.Williams?” he called just as I grabbed the handle.

I face him.“Yes?”

“How much faith will I need to resurrect Elizabeth tonight?”

My throat went dry.

I nervously licked my lips. “Well,very many shots of tequila and I could pull out the board.”

He shakes his head. “No altering the brain function.”

Hell he is already altering my brain function.

“No drink?”

“Not even one.”

“Let me see what I can do.” it comes put in almost a whisper.

“I'll send you the reservation just in case you happen to succeed.”

I was certainly going to succeed.

A second ‘not drunk’ mistake wouldn't hurt anyone.