Chapter 6: Petty Tricks

Isabella sat quietly on her desk that was next to Dominic’s. She wasn’t given any particular task yet, so she have nothing better to do than stare at the wall in front of her.

Dominic looked at her through his peripheral vision and noticed her rather bored look, and a mischievous idea suddenly ran to his mind. Heh, it’s not bad to take a little revenge for breaking his frame, right?

“Do you mind, bringing this to the third floor, these are important documents that needs to be signed.” He gave her a stack of paper that was lying around.

“All of these?”

“Yes, is there a problem?” He asked with a dead expression, but deep down he was smiling whenever she feels rattled when he looks at her.

“No-no, there’s nothing wrong sir. I’ll get it done right away,” she rambled, and swiftly carried the papers that piled up to reach her head, she walked to the door, but had trouble opening it since her hands were full.

Dominic looking at her sorry state decided to lend her a little hand, “Here,” he opened the door for her, and watched as she wobbly walked to the elevator.

He doesn’t know why, but every action she does always bring a smile to his face. He just hopes she doesn’t have ulterior motives like his past assistants, or else he won’t think twice of throwing her away.

He had enough of his father’s tricks, that’s why he can’t lower his guards down under any circumstances.

…

“Who is that for?” A woman with bold red lipstick approached Isabella as she placed the stack of papers down on the table. With a loud thud, feeling her arms almost breaking from the weight of the papers.

“Hello, Mr. Russo told me to bring this here,” she replied, and the woman gave her an odd look, gazed her up and down before raising her brows at Isabella, a hint of jealously in her eyes. She took a quick look at the papers and said while scoffing, “You’re on the wrong floor,” It was all the woman said before walking away, not even caring to explain anything to Isabella.

“What? But I was told…” Isabella wanted to ask her where to deliver the documents but the woman pretended not to hear her at all.

“Don’t mind her, she’s just jealous of you,” a woman with black hair, wearing round glasses walked to Isabella with a soft smile.

“Why would she be jealous of me?”

“You’re the new assistant of the CEO right?”

Isabella nodded her head.

“Well, a lot of the woman here are eyeing that position, but don’t let the rumors get to you. Our boss is a good person, as long as you don’t do anything disruptive, you’ll be fine,” she said, and at the same time took a look at the papers.

“These papers should be on the 13th floor, HR Department,” the woman instructed.

“Really? But I swear he said to deliver these here,” Isabella tilted her head to the side, wondering if she misheard Dominic.

The woman lightly laughed at her, “I’m sure it was just a mistake,”

Isabella let out a heavy breath, and stretched her arms before carrying the papers again.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Elouise,”

“My name’s Isabella, but you can call me Bella,” Isabella said.

“I’m sorry I have to go, he might get angry at me for being gone for too long. Bye, see you around.” She bid goodbye before walking out of the door.

…

“What took you so long?” Dominic asked slyly when he saw her walking inside while massaging here arms.

Isabella looked at his direction, her brows creasing wondering if he told her the wrong floor by accident or in purpose.

“I just got into a little bit of trouble…sir,” she said stressing the last part, before taking her seat.

“I see,” Dominic wanted to laugh at her but held it in, not wanting to destroy his perfectly good image.

Isabella watched his face that showed no other emotion, and what Eloise said suddenly ringed in her head.

'Is he really that type of guy?'