Chapter 4

*Ari Abdul - Babydoll*

_Oh, father, forgive me

For all my sins

When I meet your eyes

The Devil, he wins

Blinded by your lies_

"Shu... shutta uppp!" I mumbled to the annoying noise disturbing my slumber.

_But I play pretend

(Play pretend)

Call me babydoll

Come break down these walls

Don’t leave me alone_

My arm stretched out for my phone on the counter next to my bedside, and once I made contact with the object, my fingers continuously pressed it till the noise silenced.

"Much better." I turned onto my right side, eyes not opening by any mistake.

One thing about sleeping is that it can be a great escape from the real world where your decisions might be limited and get thrown to a world where your imagination shapes everything. If one has the ability to shape their dreams and "control" them, like me, then that should make sense as to why sleeping is just astounding.

And with a stressful day I had yesterday, it is only fair that I continue to dwell in my precious, precious slumber. At least in my head every embarrassing moment can be turned to a steamy mind blowing dream with the sexy boss of mine. Which is why every second needs to be savoured because I have to be at the office by six am and face the real world. That bridge however I shall cross when I get there in my boat, for now let me savour eve-

"Girl!" My covers were pulled from my entire body leaving me prey to the cold.

"Rebecca! You red-headed de-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Her thick nicely shaped thighs that sometimes make me question mine stare at me. What I would do to have legs like that, “my eyes are up here you fool!"

"It's hard seeing them considering that you are in my room wearing only your ex's wornout shirt."

"There is a reason I use it as a sleepwear. Some of us are not like you, we cannot sleep naked or in silk sleepwear. The silk will be found the next day on the floor because it slipped out somewhere during the night.”

"It's a gift only few of us have been blessed with, now why did you disturb my sleep?"

Rebecca grabbed my phone and waved it around, "your phone has been ringing for the past thirty minutes!"

"Bring it here," I stretched out my hand but was forced to sit up straight before my possession reached my palms, "crap! I am late!" I bolted from my bed straight to the bathroom.

"Why didn't you tell me you had to wake up early?" She shouted with amusement, "and who is Mr tall glass of handsomeness?"

"My boss!" I answered rinsing my mouth.

"I should’ve guessed. So, your boss was the one calling? Crap indeed, did you take out an outfit for today?"

"No! I was too drunk in tiredness to do that yesterday!”

“Understood, Rebecca to the rescue!"

While my friend tried to find treasure in my wardrobe, I jumped quickly into the shower reaping the fruits that I sowed, cold water, because one has to wait ten minutes for the water to get warm. The pain of not living in your own house.

In the ten minutes I could have spent waiting, I was already out of the shower and dressing up in the two-piece Rebecca had put together. I love that girl to death.

"Your sandwich!" She threw the wrapped sandwich my way as I was running out the door.

"Thank you!" I caught it just in time before it hit the ground, and wasted no time continuing my marathon straight to the driver waiting outside.

Okay, maybe my slumber is a problem. I am an hour late for work and to worsen things, as I was continuously pressing my phone I dropped his call. I dropped my boss's call. I am turning out to be the worst personal assistant to exist. I hope he is not thinking of firing me, I do not know whether this man is strict or not.

"Have a nice day." I told the driver before exiting the car and running towards the building but a homeless guy stopped me on the way begging for a sandwich which was in my hands, I had totally forgotten about my breakfast.

With my stomach grumbling in hunger, my hands defied it and handed my breakfast to the gentlaman who advised I held my skirt down when I run. Thanking him too, I took his advice and ran to the office building and straight to the elevator. The secretary shaked her head with a smile, probably understanding that my greeting was the careless wave I did.

The elevator doors opened, and files larger than my bag were dropped in my arms, almost tripping me.

"We are late! I told you to be early Ms Hunter. One thing I do not tolerate are people who are not punctual.”

"I know but I was exha-"

"No excuses." He walked into the elevator, punching the ground floor button, “I too was exhausted, I still am so you need to pick your act up.”

"I am really really sorry."

Instead of a reply, he sighed and took the files I was still struggling to hold up.

"Meetings are very important, as much of a bummer it is to wake up early, you need to. We're very lucky that Mr Sampson is a late man on his own but we need to show that we are better and professional, understood?”

"Understood." I straightened my posture and pulled down my skirt.

The elevator doors let us out and we walked to his car, where he opened up the door for me, still holding the files. Someone doesn't miss arm and gentleman day.

"Did you have something to eat?" He asked concerned... or maybe because my stomach just grumbled and it will be bad for the client to hear that.

Yes, I’m still mad.

"I did not unfortunately, I forgot to grab my breakfast in my hastiness.”

"I have some energy bars, we will grab something proper to eat after the meeting. Apologies."

"Thank you, there is no need to apologise." I grabbed two dark chocolate oatmeal snack bars, munching on them to at least look representable.

"Have a look at the black file, it’s Mr Sampson profile. We have a lot of those, and I’m sure you know from the internship you had. My father cherishes…” he cleared his throat, “cherished them-“

“I am sorr-“

“Mr Thompson is an easy man to get along with,” he dismissed me, and I understand that, “just that he likes his acquaintances to know the littlest details about him."

The files describes what the clients like, dislike, the important information we should know, and also what the clients personalities are. From what Delroy’s father said, some clients just love it when you know everything about them and others, not so much. So, in the file there will be at the end a note written down whether to state out information about them or keep quiet.

This is my first file to read, as much as I was coming here during my internship to learn about duties and what is expected of me, there were a lot of things I was not allowed to know until I’ve settled down as the assistant and have signed necessary papers to maintain secrecy. Which I’ve done so yeppie!

"I hope he reciprocates the same energy." My fingers went to open the second bar, eyes occupied with information about the man we are to meet.

"He does actually, I turned down a meal because it had nuts when I was young and last year when I had a meeting with him, he told the cook to exclude nuts in my dessert.”

“I see.” I said, a little bit impressed.

Honestly, Mr Sampson sounds like a good man from what I’m reading so far.

A father to two kids whom he adopted from his first wife that died. Had never married after that and known to keep relationships down to business. He helps out in charities, donates, and volunteers. And his business has met some bumps over the years but never experienced a loss.

I pick up his photograph to analyse it, he has a toothy grin just like a child.

“The photograph is for you to not flirt with our client thinking it’s just a cute old man.”

“Please, he is not my type. I do not go for older men.”

“What do you go for then?” Delroy, I call him by his name only in my head, briefly looked at me when asking the question.

I smiled at him, “well, Mr Zwide… I believe anything linked to my love life shouldn’t be discussed with my boss.”

“My apologies Ms Hunter.” He smiled and pulled into the driveway.

If this man keeps smiling at me like that… he will be part of my love life… more like sexual life.