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The Assistant's Choice. Fourteen.
By the end of the day, I'm ready to crawl into bed. We were particularly busy today, Richmond had sporadic meetings all day and we'd also had to draw up contract after contract and go through a ton of reports the departments had sent in.Richmond had been working as if on auto pilot for the whole day since this morning. He'd been radio quiet; he'd even ignored some of the spelling mistakes in the documents I'd typed. The others had noticed it too and Richmond had received plenty of weird looks throughout the day which he'd graciously ignored. It was strange, but I forked it down to him being burnt out and tired. He'd had a lot to do this week, and it was nice not having him bitch at me for every small thing that by the end of the day, I'd gotten used to it, which was why I nearly jumped out of skin when he spoke a full sentence to me as I was packing up to head home. "Crawford Investments' sixtieth anniversary is coming up." He said. I let out a less than manly squeal and almost dro
Last Updated : 2022-12-20The Assistant's Choice. Fifteen.
Compiling the list of our company's partners was easy. It was contacting all thirty of them and inviting them to the banquet that took a while.It would've been easy, if Richmond didn't have me running around like a headless chicken the entire time. He wanted to have most of his work done before we left for Paris, which meant I was running around delivering documents and passing on messages and typing contracts and retyping them later on and on top of that I also had to attend all his meetings with him. I barely had time to do my original task. I ended up working three more hours than I should've.I sighed as I wrote down the last contact on the list. It was dark, I could tackle that one tomorrow. By now, I was sure everyone had already left for home. The space felt empty, eerie and creepy. I wondered how Richmond handled it. He'd already left some time ago though. Which was a first for probably everyone on the entire planet; Mr. Richmond leaving the work place earlier than everyone e
Last Updated : 2022-12-27The Assistant's Choice. Sixteen.
Being woken up by my ringtone the next morning was horrendously more annoying than it usually was on normal days. Because it was my day off, I was supposed to be sleeping in until the sun had already hit the middle of the sky, but it seemed some people had other plans for my agenda today. It was still dark as I peeled my eyes open. I turned my head, the time on my clock read five fifty three, am. I groaned and picked up the phone, rolling my eyes at the flashing name on my screen, regretting the invitation I'd given him the night before.Nevertheless, I answered the call, settling back under my covers to hide from the early morning chill."Took you long enough."I yawned. "It's five in the morning.""You told me to call you if I had a problem." His voice didn't sound gruff, he'd probably been up for a while. "At five in the fucking morning?""Watch your mouth. And yes, I get up early." I rolled my eyes."That's good for you, sir, but I don't." I sighed.The line cracked, like he was m
Last Updated : 2023-01-14The Assistant's Choice. Seventeen.
Richmond didn't like the museum.I would've thought that a man of his... Stature would appreciate a place like this but Richmond looked like he'd rather be hit over the head with a large stone and buried alive than be there. I couldn't identify if his disdain for the place was because he lacked a sense of art or because he couldn't stand being around people for long periods of time.He was as stiff as a board, making a face at a painting, his blue eyes squinting at the splashes of colors that strangely resembled his eyes. A woman moved beside him, a few feet away from him, a camera in her hands. He hissed at her. She flinched, startled, and ran away so fast you'd think Richmond was a wild animal. I rolled my eyes, deciding then that his disdain for the art gallery was clearly because of the people that milled around.Richmond went back to glaring at the painting. I stepped up to him. "I don't think you're going to be able to truly see the art that way sir."He made a sound that was t
Last Updated : 2023-02-18The Assistant's Choice. Eighteen.
The next morning, Brandon cornered me at the office. I'd just got off the elevator, when he jumped out of a corner, looking flustered and ... very disheveled. I jerked back a step, almost spilling the contents of the cup in my hand. If I had spilled even a drop of the coffee, Richmond would've had have my head. or at least he would've talked me to death about the importance of efficiency."um, hi." I cocked my head. "Do I want to know why you were hiding back there?"he shook his head, looking flustered. "Probably not." after a moment, he sighed. "I was hoping to catch you.""Ah, I still don't understand.""Just in case you were avoiding me." I must've still looked confused. he spluttered. "I-its just that me and my brother didn't exactly behave...accordingly the other day and I just...""You wanted to see if it'd scared me off?" He shook his head. "No. yes." he sighed. "I came to apologize, we shouldn't have made the center of our childish feud."With all that I had going on yest
Last Updated : 2023-04-16The Assistant's Choice. Nineteen
"The seating plan arrangement for the banquet is not right." Richmond said, his brows furrowed crossly. "We'll have to redo the entire thing by Wednesday." I set the papers I was stapling down. Richmond was still frowning at the papers and I didn't even want to try and remind him that we've redone the seating plan four times in the last week. "I underestimated how much work this was gong to be." he continued. I bit my lip, that meant I had to cancel my plans for dinner. which, wouldn't have been big deal, if Brandon wasn't coming. Richmond look up and raised a brow. I'd been silent too long."Ill pay you overtime, of course." I shook my head."No sir, I know. its just that I have to cancel dinner plans is all. "He leaned back in his seat, his long legs peeked out from under his big desk. "Who are you having dinner with?""Just, Jessica and a friend of ours, and...Brandon." I responded. He nodded looking thoughtful." I see no reason to cancel." he said coolly. "Its just a seating pl
Last Updated : 2023-07-20The Assistant's Choice. Twenty
It seemed that traveling brought the worst out of Richmond. His hair was a mess from the number of times he'd run his hands through it and I'd lost count of the number of cigarettes he'd smoked in the last hour. Our flight was delayed and we had to wait two hours before we could leave. Brandon had done his best to try an calm his uncle but Richmond didn't want to hear it. He was on multiple phone calls at a time, going back and forth between talking with the staff in Paris and calling in with the airport staff to ask for a new pilot. This was a new side of Richmond id never seen, stressed and utterly confused. I couldn't decide whether to feel sorry for him or revel in his current state. Brandon sighed, getting off a phone call with the hotel manager in Paris. "I've never been more than happy to be just a lowly assistant than i have been right now. " I joked. He laughed, pocketing his phone. "And I've never been more jealous of someone's job." I shrugged. "You can only dream." I
Last Updated : 2023-08-05The Assistant's Choice. Twenty One
The next few days felt like a flash montage, the days coming and going so fast, we barely had time to stop and eat. With what little time we had to rest, Richmond used that time to call the company back home and check in with how their end of the preparations were going. I wasn't even sure the man slept most of the time. Of course I was just as busy, running around paris, making arrangements, scheduling meetings, attending those same meetings and most of all making sure Richmond didn't fall flat on his ass from exhaustion.As busy and tiring our days seemed to be, I atleast made time to have a small meal here and there and take showers and rest but, I was concerned, Richmond didn't have that luxury, or more so that he wasn't giving himself the luxury to do so. On the fifth day of our stay in Paris was when I put my foot down. We had a dinner party to attend that night at the estate of one of our clients and Richmond was gittery about it but that was normal, what wasn't normal, was h
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The Assistant's Choice. Twenty Five
My head was pounding with the force of an unforgiving hangover. My hands wrung together in my lap as my heart pounded roughly in my chest. The bathroom was thick with the fog from my shower. I sat on the edge of the counter with my back to the mirror as the veins in my forehead throbbed with the severity of the headache. I'd slept with Clark Richmond. I'd slept with my boss. My fucking boss and it was the best sex I'd had in a long time. No, scratch that, it the was the best sex period. After the sex, we'd both been sated and a little too drunk to think of going back to our rooms. I wish I could've said I'd hightailed it out of his room as soon as I'd regained a semblance of consciousness, but that wasn't what happened at all. Sometime during the night, we'd both stirred from sleep.I'd found myself staring silently at a sleep dazed Clark, my groin swelling as the seconds tucked by. Then he was on top of me, gazing down at me with furrowed brows, as if just the site of me confused
The Assistant's Choice. Twenty Four
"Mr Richmond...""Clark. Call me Clark dammit." He scolded breathlessly, his eyes fixed on my own bruised lips. "Clark."He nodded. "Yeah." His voice sounded strange, unlike I'd ever heard from him. low and sultry, it made my body shiver and a certain part of me perk up. I flushed, his hand came up to cup my face, his rough thumb rubbing cheek. "I'm sorry." He whispered.I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-""Shh...I meant." He chuckled. "I'm sorry, but I want to kiss you again, and again, and..." His eyes bore into mine, sparkling with lust. "If you want me to stop just say the word."My breathing was laboured, his face so close to mine. My mind hazy from the alcohol, but my skin was flushed from something else. "Don't stop." "Are you sure?" I gazed up at him. He was anyone's wet dream come to life, of course I was sure. I nodded wordlessly. He gave a single nod and stood. He held out a hand to me and I took it without a second thought. He lead the way to his room an
The Assistant's Choice. Twenty Three
"Who was that guy?" I asked as soon as we got into our suite. Richmond dragged his feet over to the bar in the far right corner of the living space. He took a crystal jug of amber liquid and opened it, forgoing the cup and just taking a large gulp out of it. I cringed, setting down the bag of leftovers on the coffee table. I moved to stand next to him at the bar. "You shouldn't be drinking like that." I told him but made no move to reach out and grab the jug. I wasnt that stupid, the man was twice my size and could easily grab and twist my arm. I wouldn't put it passed him either, seeing his mood. He took another large sip, his eyes closing at the burn of the alcohol on his tongue and throat. "You probably enjoy seeing me like this, don't you?"I frowned. "Like what?" "This." He gestured to himself. He had taken his jacket and tie off, and rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up. He looked hot, but I knew he wouldn't want to hear that. "I don't know what you mean sir." He c
The Assistant's Choice. Twenty Two
We arrived at the dinner party a little bit before the dinner was served. Richmond had said it was better to be a little late to things like this, so as to get straight to business and skip the chatter, but I honestly thought he just wanted to make a scene.The dinner party was being held in the garden of one of the largest estates I'd ever seen. The main house alone was big enough to be considered a castle, It probably was honestly. The garden was decorated with fairy lights and floating lamps, with two long tables decorated for the guests. It was all so formal, with women in long ball gowns and expensive jewelry, and the men in three piece suits and cigars hanging from their lips. I felt a bit under dressed in my loose black pants and white polka dotted blouse, but Richmond had assured me I was fine, he on the other hand was dressed to kill, in his expensive three piece ,dark green suit with faint rose details along the jacket. He'd taken a cigar off a tray someone was passing ar
The Assistant's Choice. Twenty One
The next few days felt like a flash montage, the days coming and going so fast, we barely had time to stop and eat. With what little time we had to rest, Richmond used that time to call the company back home and check in with how their end of the preparations were going. I wasn't even sure the man slept most of the time. Of course I was just as busy, running around paris, making arrangements, scheduling meetings, attending those same meetings and most of all making sure Richmond didn't fall flat on his ass from exhaustion.As busy and tiring our days seemed to be, I atleast made time to have a small meal here and there and take showers and rest but, I was concerned, Richmond didn't have that luxury, or more so that he wasn't giving himself the luxury to do so. On the fifth day of our stay in Paris was when I put my foot down. We had a dinner party to attend that night at the estate of one of our clients and Richmond was gittery about it but that was normal, what wasn't normal, was h
The Assistant's Choice. Twenty
It seemed that traveling brought the worst out of Richmond. His hair was a mess from the number of times he'd run his hands through it and I'd lost count of the number of cigarettes he'd smoked in the last hour. Our flight was delayed and we had to wait two hours before we could leave. Brandon had done his best to try an calm his uncle but Richmond didn't want to hear it. He was on multiple phone calls at a time, going back and forth between talking with the staff in Paris and calling in with the airport staff to ask for a new pilot. This was a new side of Richmond id never seen, stressed and utterly confused. I couldn't decide whether to feel sorry for him or revel in his current state. Brandon sighed, getting off a phone call with the hotel manager in Paris. "I've never been more than happy to be just a lowly assistant than i have been right now. " I joked. He laughed, pocketing his phone. "And I've never been more jealous of someone's job." I shrugged. "You can only dream." I
The Assistant's Choice. Nineteen
"The seating plan arrangement for the banquet is not right." Richmond said, his brows furrowed crossly. "We'll have to redo the entire thing by Wednesday." I set the papers I was stapling down. Richmond was still frowning at the papers and I didn't even want to try and remind him that we've redone the seating plan four times in the last week. "I underestimated how much work this was gong to be." he continued. I bit my lip, that meant I had to cancel my plans for dinner. which, wouldn't have been big deal, if Brandon wasn't coming. Richmond look up and raised a brow. I'd been silent too long."Ill pay you overtime, of course." I shook my head."No sir, I know. its just that I have to cancel dinner plans is all. "He leaned back in his seat, his long legs peeked out from under his big desk. "Who are you having dinner with?""Just, Jessica and a friend of ours, and...Brandon." I responded. He nodded looking thoughtful." I see no reason to cancel." he said coolly. "Its just a seating pl
The Assistant's Choice. Eighteen.
The next morning, Brandon cornered me at the office. I'd just got off the elevator, when he jumped out of a corner, looking flustered and ... very disheveled. I jerked back a step, almost spilling the contents of the cup in my hand. If I had spilled even a drop of the coffee, Richmond would've had have my head. or at least he would've talked me to death about the importance of efficiency."um, hi." I cocked my head. "Do I want to know why you were hiding back there?"he shook his head, looking flustered. "Probably not." after a moment, he sighed. "I was hoping to catch you.""Ah, I still don't understand.""Just in case you were avoiding me." I must've still looked confused. he spluttered. "I-its just that me and my brother didn't exactly behave...accordingly the other day and I just...""You wanted to see if it'd scared me off?" He shook his head. "No. yes." he sighed. "I came to apologize, we shouldn't have made the center of our childish feud."With all that I had going on yest
The Assistant's Choice. Seventeen.
Richmond didn't like the museum.I would've thought that a man of his... Stature would appreciate a place like this but Richmond looked like he'd rather be hit over the head with a large stone and buried alive than be there. I couldn't identify if his disdain for the place was because he lacked a sense of art or because he couldn't stand being around people for long periods of time.He was as stiff as a board, making a face at a painting, his blue eyes squinting at the splashes of colors that strangely resembled his eyes. A woman moved beside him, a few feet away from him, a camera in her hands. He hissed at her. She flinched, startled, and ran away so fast you'd think Richmond was a wild animal. I rolled my eyes, deciding then that his disdain for the art gallery was clearly because of the people that milled around.Richmond went back to glaring at the painting. I stepped up to him. "I don't think you're going to be able to truly see the art that way sir."He made a sound that was t
