Their Submissive Assistant

Anything else?

LEILANI

“I’m sorry, sir.” Mrs. Denmark came to the rescue, “Miss Roberts was-”

“I don’t remember asking your opinion, Mrs. Denmark,” Landon retorted with a frosty expression. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

The air turned frigid as Mrs. Denmark went on to apologize.

“I was just on my way, sir,” she spoke with a polite bow, making her way back the way we came, muttering a small good luck before leaving.

I was left with Landon, who wasted no time to set me straight in the most Landon possible way, right in the middle of the hallway.

“I’ll say this once, so listen carefully,” he started, speaking in a firm voice. “You are expected to be here at exactly 7 a.m.”

“My coffee should be steaming hot and ready on my table by the time I walk in here, and I will not permit chit-chats or gossip, no matter who they might involve.”

“Is that clear?” he asked, leaving me flabbergasted with his little speech. I opened my mouth to explain myself, but there were no words.

What could I possibly say to that?

“Leilani?” he called again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, sir,” I muttered, biting my tongue.

“Good,” he muttered. “I will excuse today’s mistake; however, I expect to be briefed on my engagements in the next five minutes.”

Landon walked away with that, getting into his office and shutting the door. I stood in the hallway for a minute, trying to take in what had just happened.

After the painful minute, I decided to return to my supposed office and check on the situation, which was still quite a mess.

According to the security detail, the office was thrashed apart by the former secretary, confirming my suspicion.

It also meant that there was no real danger, and other than the fact I would need to sort the paperwork myself, the office was good to go.

Talk about an amazing start to my job.

I didn’t have time to dwell on my woes because I needed to read Landon his schedule. I dropped my bag on the messy table, picked up my phone, and walked right out of my office.

A few seconds later, I stood in front of Landon, reading him his schedule for the day while he typed away on his laptop, not sparing me a glance.

“Your conference call with Mr. Ricker will be at nine,” I stated, reading from a planner. “The board meeting will be at eleven.”

“And the crisis communications team will be meeting with you at twelve,” I breathed, reading the final engagement. “You also have a meeting with Mr. Gusto scheduled for 2 p.m.”

“Reschedule the meeting with the crisis communications team,” he said without looking up. “I presume you have contacted Mr. Ricker ahead of our zoom call?”

My face heated. “I will do that immediately,” I said, taking note. “Anything else?”

“Your number,” he said, still typing on his laptop. Just what in the world was he always typing on there?

“What?” I asked, absent minded.

Landon looked up, catching my gaze.

“I’d like for my assistant to be accessible,” he pointed out, “twenty-four seven.”

He pushed his phone over the table, eyes never leaving mine, as he gestured for me to type in the number.

I took a few steps towards him, picked up the phone, and inputted my number, making sure to dial so it rang right on my end.

The next few hours were hell. Upon taking this job, the last concern I had was having to do the actual job, considering I thought Landon to be mischievous and cunning.

However, working with Landon made me wonder if my worries about his person were unfounded.

So far, Landon occupied me with a lot of work, getting me to read through important documents as well as go through the emails.

In the time when he held his Zoom meeting, I was able to set up my office, making it look a bit presentable as I made a mental note to sort the papers properly at a later time.

Soon enough, it was time for the next meeting and I stepped out just in time to watch Landon's door swing open.

He stared at me for a second, and proceeded to lead the way while I trailed behind him.

“This is my assistant,” Landon spoke as soon as we were all settled in the boardroom. “Miss Roberts,” he introduced, while I got up with a small smile, going forward to introduce myself.

“She will be in charge of my communications moving forward,” he said, “as well as all the submissions and reports.”

I sat down after greeting the board, and the meeting started.

“With that said, let's proceed with the first agenda for the day,” Landon said, opening the floor.

“Nate Biggers,” one of the directors spoke, kicking off the conversation. “I believe he is a high-risk client for our firm.”

“I agree,” another one of the directors spoke. “I think it’s time we stopped representing him.”

Nate Biggers was a big hockey star who was being managed by our PR firm. According to reports, he was caught pushing drugs as well as in illegal possession of firearms.

There was also news of his affiliation with the U.S. mafia, amongst many other lawsuits from women who claimed to have been assaulted by him.

It was a never-ending media storm that seemed to grow bigger with every passing day. I didn't realize that L&L were his representative until a few minutes ago.

I sat on a chair beside Landon, taking notes as I listened to them debate it.

“The feds are involved,” One of the directors said, “and he is losing everything he’s worth with this case. We should cut ties with him like the others and stop wasting resources trying to get him out of this mess.”

I couldn’t help the prick of my heart at the sound of just how uncaring these men seemed as they discussed the life of a person. It all sounded like business, which was hurtful, noting that a person’s life hung in the balance.

“Nate is the biggest player in New York,” Landon finally said. “Taking him out of my wings at this time will be foolishness.”

“But-” one of the directors tried to speak but was cut short by Landon.

“We will continue to manage him,” he said. “Instead of chickening out, I’ll need new strategies to manage the public perception while the case goes to court.”

“He might be swallowed up in a storm, but we can’t deny that he is an asset, which makes him a risk I am willing to take,” Landon said in finality and downed his bottle of water. “Anything else?”

The men went along to discuss other important topics concerning the firm’s operations as well as the internal affairs, while Landon gave his verdict, moving on to the next topic until we were done with the meeting.