I Became My Baby-Daddy’s Personal Assistant.

[May of 2017] “Mr. Cam, I’m pregnant!” “Why are you telling me this?” “Mr. Cam, I think you’re the father.” “You think?!” “I mean. I’m certain it’s you. You’re the only one I’ve ever…..” "Listen to me, girl, whatever ball of tissues you have cultivate inside you, it has absolutely nothing to do with me. Do you think an attempt to fraud your way to a full pocket will work on me? Pick a damn number! I'd warn you to get rid of it but it's your body, your choice." “Wait, what?” “Seems like you’re finally getting it. Now let me make one last thing clear, another call like this from you will end you dealing with charges that would bury you in debts far deeper than whatever I’m sure you’re dealing with now. Never call this number again!” [January of 2023] “Goodness! Catherine Vanessa Huntley, you just gonna leave the kettle whistling forever?” The fair-skin woman shook off her daze at the strained voice calling her attention, her pale-blue eyes regained focus on the whistling kettle and she quickly turned off the gas cooker. "I got it, mom." She raised the kettle to begin making tea, sending the hunched woman by the kitchen counter a glare. "You shouldn't be in here, Marinette. I don't want you dealing with another episode of leg sore today. You become too pissy to be around." “Come on, dear, I just woke up. A little stretch won’t hurt anybody.” The woman waved her hand nonchalantly before glancing around. “Now, where’s my little Einstein of a grandson?” “Right here, Nana.” A little boy with short curls for hair, sitting by the small dining table, raised his left hand with a cheery smile. “Good morning, Nana.” He then turned broody as he looked at the younger woman making tea. “Goodness, Catherine. I ordered that milk refill in my cereal five minutes ago.” He dramatically displayed with his gestures how a grown man would. “I refuse to pay for such lazy service.” He struck the bottom of his kitty spoon against the wooden table to add weight to his complaint. Catherine shared an incredulous look with her mother before retrieving a carton of milk from the refrigerator, shaking the content in the little boy’s face. “That’s mom to you, Daniel.” She quickly moved the breakfast onto a tray to join her son at the table, where the grandmother had begun smothering the little boy with kisses. “Now, eat up, both of you.” She then pointed at Daniel. “You’ve got a bus to catch in ten minutes.” And she glanced at the wall clock before pointing at Marinette. “And you should be taking your morning medications right about now.” The grandmother and son groaned in response but they knew better than to oppose the twenty-nine-year-old woman. It was quiet in the small house for a while as the family consumed their breakfast until Catherine's phone began buzzing. She turned the phone screen to her face to find a name that sent irritation through her. She quickly ended the call, ignoring the silent gaze from her mother when the phone buzzed again and she found the same name on her screen. “Your Ex?” Marinette shook her head. “Just block the bastard already.” “Mom, Language!” Catherine glared at the older woman as she hurriedly clasped her palm over Daniel’s ears. “Besides, has that ever worked before? You know he’ll just get a different number to call from.” “Then report him or something! Why is he still after you?!” The anger sent Marinette into a coughing fit and she resumed sipping on her tea to moisten her dry throat. “My daughter will not be the other woman in any relationship!” "It's fine. I can handle him, I promise." Catherine got up to pack Daniel's lunch box. No sooner had she returned to the table with her son's bag and her phone buzzed with a text alert. "Speak of the devil." “Hey! Language.” Marinette retorted with a smirk. Catherine rolled her eyes before glancing down to read the text. ------------------------------------------------------------- Nathaniel. Ur not picking up my calls. U mad at me or smth? Anyway, don’t forget the money u promised. ------------------------------------------------------------- Catherine sighed, refusing to reply to the message and she put her phone away in time to walk her son to his school bus. The vehicle had just driven away from her front lawn when her phone buzzed again. "Damn it, Nathaniel. What now?" She became much more nervous than she anticipated though when she found it was a different number. “Hello?” “Good morning, am I speaking with Miss Catherine Huntley?” “Yeah, that’s me. How may I help you?” “This is Brooke Hernandez. I’m the Hiring Manager in charge of the Personal Assistant Recruitment Program. Congratulations, you have been selected as one of five applicants who made it to the final assessment.” “R...Really?!” Against her trembling hands, Catherine was struggling to keep the phone to her ear. “You are required to appear a week from now for the final assessment briefing. The location and time will be emailed to you today. Do you understand?” “Oh my god!” Catherine raised a hand to her forehead to make sure this wasn’t a dream. “Yes! Yes, I understand.” “Very well, have a nice day.” “You too. Thank you so much.” Catherine froze for a few seconds to gather her thoughts before screaming to the sky in excitement. She immediately dialed a number and the line was connected in a few seconds. "Kayin, get Meghan and Hart for a meet-up tonight. I'll explain everything later." She cut the call before the other side could give any response. "Holy greatness! Mom, you won't believe this!" She ran back into the house to share the great news, ignoring the concerned stares from the neighbors. ------------__________-----------------_______---------------_______--------------_______------------ 10:30 am; Catherine sighed in relief as she arrived at El-Dinchi Tower thirty minutes before the agreed time. She glanced in astonishment at the lavish beauty that is the gigantic building before heading inside where she was led to join the other finalists on the fifth floor. Minutes later, the door opposite the hall's main entrance opened up to a tall and slender middle-aged man walking in to greet them. "Welcome to the final assessment briefing. I am Brooke Hernandez, the Hiring Manager in charge of this recruitment program and the Senior Personal Assistant to the man one of you would end up working for." The dark-skin, somewhat elegant-looking man began. "First, I would like to thank you all for showing up today. I'm well aware this year-long process has not been easy on any of you, especially for our low-class candidate here." The man suddenly pointed at Catherine. The single mother couldn't help feeling self-conscious; the other finalists' stares caused her to shrink into herself slightly. That was an irrelevant piece of message the manager had shared. She shook off the slight intimidation as quickly as possible though. She is far too professional to be shaken off her game at a time like this. "Now, before we start the final assessment briefing, my boss and your prospective boss have consented to revealing his identity." A proud smile grazed Brooke's face. "He is the most notable son of multi-billionaire, Benjamin El-Dinchi. He is also the youngest and most-achieved CEO of Grandwall I-textiles, Cameron El-Dinchi." None of the five finalists could hide their astonishment as the large screen in the hall is turned on to a short video entailing the status of Cameron El-Dinchi. Catherine, on the other hand, was horrified as it dawned on her who the man on the screen was. Memories came flooding. "Listen to me, girl, whatever ball of tissues you have cultivate inside you, it has absolutely nothing to do with me. Do you think an attempt to fraud your way to a full pocket will work on me? Pick a damn number! I'd warn you to get rid of it but it's your body, your choice." “Wait, what?” “Seems like you’re finally getting it. Now let me make one last thing clear, another call like this from you will end you dealing with charges that would bury you in debts far deeper than whatever I’m sure you’re dealing with now. Never call this number again!” Catherine struggled to maintain her frantic breathing and she began trembling. This is him!