Assist Mr. Rose

Chapter 1: Petunia Bottom I can’t believe it…   I can’t believe it! I am going to be the personal assistant of the World’s Hottest Billionaire, Mr. Damien Rose! This is crazy!   Feeling the excitement rush inside my body, all I could do was giggle here and there inside the elevator. I didn’t care if the people around me sees me as crazy because… I really am!   I mean, can you even imagine? You working very close to the man you’ve been dreaming of after all these years?! Why would I let that chance go? Heck, who cares about how they think of me. I’m the happiest person today and I won’t let anybody ruin my mood.   Ring Ring!   Suddenly, my phone rang and I immediately picked up, not checking who it was.   “Hello?”   “Hello, babe?” Oh, it’s my boyfriend, Dylan.   The corner of my lips quickly spread wide, “Dylan! I’m currently on my way to Mr. Rose’s office. I can’t wait for my first day of work! Isn’t it exciting?” As soon as I mentioned the name ‘Mr. Rose’, everyone inside the elevator turned their heads towards me with their eyes widened.   Glancing around and greeting with a smile, I bowed curtly, causing them to blink in confusion.   “O-Oh…” Dylan sounded serious. “I see.” “What’s wrong, babe?” I replied.   “I j-just wanted to talk to you for a while. Are you free right now? I mean, before work?” He asked.   My lower lip pouted, “Oh, I’m sorry. I think I don’t have time since I need to prepared some things before I meet Mr. Rose.”   “Is that so? It wouldn’t take a while—”   Ding! The elevator notified once we’re at my designated floor. I had to cut off Dylan because I don’t want to look lazy on my first day, talking to my boy friend on my way to work.   “Sorry, babe. I just arrived at the floor.” I sadly tell him, “I’ll call you back later.”   “But—”   “I love you!” I bid goodbye and kissed the speaker on my phone before walking out of the elevator.   Immediately as I went out of the floor, I was greeted by a receptionist just right across me. She smiled at me and I smiled back before making my way towards her.   “Good morning.” I greeted brightly.   Her face shined when she smiled, “Good morning. How may I help you?”   I jolly replied, “I am Petunia Bottom. And I have an appointment with Mr. Cheshire.”   The receptionist then nodded before she looked down at her computer and began typing, “I see… what brings you to our CEO?”   Showing my pearly whites, I replied to her question. “Reporting for my first day of work.”   Her head shot up, “Oh. Perhaps… are you the new personal assistant of Mr. Damien Rose?”   I nodded, “That is correct.”   With a surprised look on her face which she kept hidden under her widened eyes and pressed lips, she tilted her head to the side before breathing deeply. “Is that so?” She went back typing on her computer before taking up her phone and calling Mr. Cheshire to tell him that I have already arrived. “Understood, Sir. She will be there in a few minutes.” And with that, she placed down the phone and looked up at me with a smile.   “Mr. Cheshire will be with you shortly. He’s currently in a meeting, so he told me to escort you to his office.” She stood up from her seat and walked out of her space, “Please come with me.”   I followed her through the hallway before arriving in front of a big fancy double door. She opened it for me and told me to come inside.   “Thank you.” I curtly bowed at her.   She smiled formally, “Please kindly wait for Mr. Cheshire.”   I nodded, “Yes, I will. Have a nice day!”   She bit her lower lip, “You, too, ma’am. I hope you don’t quit too soon or get fired today.”   My brows furrowed as soon as she said that, but it was too late for me to ask her since she already closed the door.   The corners of my lips stretched down to a frown while my brows furrowed. What does she mean by that?   Turning around, I was overwhelmed with big pictures of Mr. Damien Rose who was scattered all over the place. They were really advertising him, but instead of looking like those cheap banners and posters, the world’s hottest model and billionaire had his advertising pictures in big gold frames.   Wow. So fancy.   Raising my brows as I made my way towards the sofa, I scanned through his best covers on the wall. Different kinds of magazines in various heights. From billionaires to modeling covers. This man was on a totally different level.   I shook my head, “Am I really going to work for him?”   Before I could even think that this was reality, the door opened and a deep voice greeted me. “Who are you?”   Hearing someone’s sexy voice, I immediately stood up and turned around, only to have my jaws drop.   Damn if it isn’t Mr. Sexy.   His tall height, his blonde hair, those high cheekbones and that deadly jawline! Not to mention those melting green eyes, sharp nose and kissable lips and gawd those muscles that are effortlessly saying hello to me through his white t-shirt. Ugh.    I may die in peace now.   Oh wait, I can’t. I can’t leave Dylan, my loves.   “Well?” His sleek and bushy brows knotted as his eyes sharply looked at me, “Am I talking to a wall? Hello! I asked who are you?” It sounded like he was angry which I think is true because of the reason that I’m standing there like a small child who just saw a million candies in front of her.   Well, if he’s candy… I won’t mind having a taste—   “Yo!” He shouted at me once again, bringing me back to reality.   I shivered. My head shook to wake me up back to reality before I look up at him and smiled, “O-Oh, yes. I am Petunia Bottom. I have an appointment with Mr. Cheshire and I’m your—”   “Chris?” He doubtingly said as he closed the door, “You have an appointment with Chris?”    My eyes blinked in confusion. Chris? “Oh! Mr. Cheshire? Yes, I do have an appointment with him.” I replied with a smile, although I’m totally shivering in nervousness.   With his brows still furrowed, he then walked towards me. He was too tall that his height towered over me and I felt like an elementary student in front of a teacher. Damien then scanned me from head to toe slowly which made me feel uncomfortable.   I swallowed a lump on my throat as I froze in place, stiffening once his soul-melting cologne washed through my face.   He deeply sighed, “I didn’t know small girls are also his type.”   My eyes widened as my head snapped up to look at him, “What?”   “Oh, shut up, Damien.”   Suddenly, answering both of our questions, a voice then echoed through the room.   We both turned our heads and looked where the voice was coming from.   Closing the door behind him, Mr. Cheshire then came inside the room and made his way to us. “She’s not here for fun.” He simply told Mr. Rose before walking away.   Mr. Cheshire here was almost the same height as Mr. Rose, and was handsome, too. But not as handsome as Damien.   “Then why is she here?” His finger then pointed at me as both of our eyes watch Mr. Cheshire lean his back on his desk.   He crossed his arms before answering his question, “Damien, meet your new personal assistant, Ms. Petunia Bottom.”   With widened eyes and raised brows, the hottest billionaire then turned his head around in one snap and looked at me with a surprised expression. “What?!” His jaw dropped.   I then smiled at him cutely and waved my small hand, “It’s nice to meet you. I am Petunia Bottom. You may call me, Nia.”   Closing his opened mouth, his brows furrowed before scanning me once more form head to toe. “More like ‘Pet’ to me.” He coldly said before looking back at Mr. Cheshire, “I told you, Chris. I don’t need a personal assistant.”   Okay. This is new to me.   I didn’t know that the world’s hottest male model and billionaire is this rude. But whatever. I need the work and I need to stay as long as possible.   Sighing deeply, Mr. Cheshire then stood up and walked towards Mr. Rose, “Damien…” His hand rested on the wide shoulder of the latter, “We’re both growing old. I don’t want to take care of you anymore. Your last personal assistant was a big help, but do you really need to bully him and make him quit? You’re too much work and stubborn, bro.” He shook his shoulder slightly.   Oh, so that must be what the receptionist was trying to tell me about.   Pulling away his shoulder from his friend’s hold, he coldly looked at him. “And do you think a short girl like her would be able to manage me?”   Smiling his pearly whites, the CEO then placed his hands on his pockets and looked at him with great confidence, “Why don’t we ask her then?”   All of a sudden, their heads turn and they looked down at me.   My eyes blinked, “Yes?”   Chris tilted his head to the side, “Well, Ms. Bottom. Do you think you can handle him?”   Naturally, a wide smile spread across my lips. “Of course. He’s just a big chunk of meat, right?” I exchanged glances from the two of them who were looking gorgeous by the way.   Hearing my comment on that, Mr. Cheshire laughed, telling me how cute I was while my new boss here sent me daggers through his eyes. With a big heart of confidence, I winked back at him cutely.   Chris laughed harder. “See? I love her already! Who would be perfect for the job if not her?” He had to hold his stomach due to the uncontrollable series of laughter.   Oh believe me, even though I know I’m not cute or not even as close to that, I know I have my ways of amusing people. That’s just how I am.   ---   Mr. Rose and I were then sent down to the parking lot and was picked up by his driver with his car. Of course, being the personal assistant, I opened the door for him which caught him off guard.   He froze while his brows furrowed looking right down at me.   With a sweet smile, I tilted my head to the door, “What are you waiting for Mr. Rose? We don’t want to be late for your shoot.”   Although he was weirded out because a midget girl opened a door for him, he then stepped inside the car.   As soon as he got inside, I heard him speaking to his driver quickly which I didn’t understand too much. And then, once I closed the door, the car’s engine revved and before I knew it, the car was gone.   Dammit.   Yes, I was left there in front of the man’s damn building. Let me guess what he told his driver: ‘Let’s hurry up and leave this small midget girl.’ That’s what exactly happened right now.   With a deep sigh as I saw the car’s butt driving away like a racecar, I took out my phone and rang a number.   “Hello?”   “Yes, hello. Please send me a taxi to this address.”   This will be a long first day of work.