HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANT

chapter three

Brian's POV

Long Havana-brown hair flowing in the direction of the breeze as she ran away before I could even see her face-that image is embedded in my brain. All I can remember is her perfect body shape and her hair. She was like a goddess on Earth. Her skin was so smooth and flawless, her figure too perfect, and her hair just as soft as silk. Anything... I would have given anything just to see her face. Something about her was pulling me in, making me want to know more about her, but I could only see her in my dreams.

It's been three years now since I encountered her. It's as if she disappeared into thin air, because I've tried every means possible to search for her, but it's all been futile. I kept tossing on the bed, hoping I'd get to see her face if I stayed asleep a little longer, which I know is impossible. Refusing to wake up, I snuggled deeper into my bed, but I was awakened by the sound of a phone shutter and someone laughing.

Only then did I realize I'd been caught. No one in my family knows about my obsession with this girl, but now someone else does. I saw my brother holding up his phone and capturing the moment. I was dazed because of the position I found myself in: I was hugging my pillow like my life depended on it with my right hand, while my left hand was raised, as if I was desperately trying to hold onto something.

"Hey, delete those pictures you took."

"Why should I? I mean, it's hilarious, and I've finally got something to use on you whenever you try to say no to my demands."

"Delete those pictures while I'm still being nice," I said through clenched teeth.

At this point, I swung my legs to the floor, trying to get up and grab the phone from him. But it was like he sensed what I was about to do, because he suddenly ran out of my room, but not without saying:

"Catch me if you can!"

Laughing hysterically, he ran out because he knows I can never step my foot out of my room without dressing up first.

That's my brother, Jayden O'Connell. He is cheerful and easygoing. He's smart, tall and handsome-but actually a softie. Well, why wouldn't he be handsome? It runs in our blood. But he can be extremely obstinate when he needs to be. He's 6'3" tall and he's a blondie. He's 22 years old. I often wonder how he's going to survive in this cruel world with that soft heart of his, but don't be fooled-he's a badass. You dare not cross him. If you do, I doubt you'll be able to stand on your feet again, because he will destroy you financially, emotionally and mentally.

He's actually a hacker, but only I know about this side of him. To our parents, he's an engineering student graduating with a first-class upper. When we are seen in the same place, just know that hell is about to break loose. In the underground world, he is known as the Dreaded Hacker.

As you all know, my name remains Brian O'Connell and that will never change. There's not much to know about me other than the fact that I'm a clean freak, I love being on time and I hate irregularities. Currently, I'm standing in front of my mirror, trying to knot my tie.

You guys might be wondering how I'm already this dressed so fast. Well, the truth is, like I said earlier, I love being punctual, so while I was introducing myself to you, I was going about my daily routine. And that leads us to where I stopped before my explanation.

Now I'm done dressing, so it's time to head to work. Follow me.

Oh, did I tell you I own the building I'm living in? Well, I guess I just did. I have many hotels and casinos, and I also own a mansion, but I chose to live in a penthouse specifically built for me. No one dares to come close to the elevator made for the suite, not to mention stepping foot in my apartment. Why, you ask? Well, it's because the area is laced with laser beams which activate when they sense a stranger within 20 meters of the elevator. But again, you might wonder, what if I invite someone to my suite? Like I said earlier-"a stranger." The system recognizes the faces of those who work for me because their facial identities and voices were recorded immediately they were accepted as my workers.

Gosh, I've been talking too much since I woke up. Now it's time to work.

I say "it's time to work" because I'm already at work.

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"Good morning, boss," echoes all around as my workers keep greeting me while I pass them, and I reply with a short, "Morning."

Opening the door to my office, a cup of coffee is stretched out to me by my secretary.

"Good morning, sir. Here is your coffee."

"Thank you." With that said, I collect the coffee and stride to my seat to start my day's work.

"By the way, where is the document I asked you to analyze yesterday, Rosetta?"

Pushing her clothes up to expose some of her skin, she starts walking toward me in the most seductive way she can muster and says in a sultry voice, bending over slightly, obviously trying to make me get a glimpse of her cleavage.

"Here it is, sir."

Stretching forth my hand, I motion for her to give it to me, but in the process of handing it over, she intentionally brushes her fingers against mine, which makes me mad. I had intended to overlook her behavior like I've been doing for the past three years because she was competent, but now I've had enough.

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"What are you talking about, sir?" she asks, trying to feign ignorance.

Since I'm in no mood for chit-chat and she's pretending to be oblivious to what's going on, I say calmly, "You are hereby fired. Pack your things and get out of my company, and never step foot in this vicinity again."

"I'm sorry, sir, please forgive me. Give me one last chance, sir, I promise to change my ways," she pleads.

"It's too late for your words now. I've given you three years of chances, but you refuse to change. Don't make me repeat myself. Pack your things and leave."

"I'm sorry, sir..."

"I said LEAVE!" My voice rises sharply at the end. Scared I might do something worse, she quickly scrambles out.

"Gosh, what a way to start a day," I mutter.

Picking up my phone, I call Luca. He picks up on the second ring.

"Hello, Luca."

"Hello, boss."

"I want you to recruit someone for me. I'm in need of a P.A."

"Okay, boss. I'm on it."