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I slipped my hand from her small waist and pulled my assistant off me in one swift movement.
How had she managed to throw me to the ground so quickly?
It wasn't easy putting a man like me on the ground.
Especially from a small, petite woman like my assistant.
"I-I'm m-sorry Mr. Adams," she stuttered, her face now flushed.
I watched her movements with furrowed eyebrows.
She sat up hastily and twitched her shirt.
The brown hair covered her flushed face and she avoided my eyes.
This woman was amazing.
"Just watch where you're walking," I said, getting up from the stairs.
I brushed the dust off my dress pants and rubbed the back of my head.
The fall hadn't gone unnoticed.
How could I have left my jacket in Miss Williams' office?
Now I had gotten myself into a situation where I was stuck with my immature assistant and also locked in my own company.
Luckily Miss Williams had a key for the back entrance.
I grabbed my assistant's cell phone off the floor and ran.
My head spun briefly once, but quickly settled.
I glanced at my watch.
We were now almost half past ten.
"Are you al-" Miss Smith asked in her light voice, drawing my attention to her.
I suddenly heard a loud rustling and how she was about to fly past me again.
A high scream escaped her throat and I saw her race past me.
How could you twist your ankle twice in a row?
Teeth gritted, I reached out and grabbed her wrist in time before she could fall again.
I pulled her back towards me and she slammed her back into my chest.
Was it that hard to concentrate on running for 5 minutes?
"I-I'm...I'm sorry," she breathed, hastily pulling away from my chest.
I snorted in annoyance and tightened my grip on her small wrist.
I narrowed my eyes looking down at her while she looked everywhere but in my eyes.
With her wrist in my grip, I ran down the remaining steps to the first floor, not wanting to have another accident that night.
"Can you let go of my hand!?" Her indignant voice reached my ears and I felt her resistance through the stiffened posture.
"It's not my fault you're not a smart walker," I retorted, feeling her struggle against my grip on her wrist.
"What's the cheek!?" she whined in my grip and deliberately tried to shift her weight backwards.
I didn't have time to get involved with her. So I just kept walking.
"Mr. Adams!" she hissed, which I skilfully ignored.
How could my uncle have worked with this woman for so long? She needed someone to take care of her.
Despite her resistance, I was able to pull her down the stairs with ease.
"Oh man!"
That's what she got from her childish behavior. If she had run smart and hadn't annoyed me so much, I would even have had mercy on her.
When we got to the ground floor I let go of her wrist and ran down the last few steps to the back entrance.
She would probably be able to take the last few steps on her own without hurting herself. Or me.
I heard Miss Smith snort angrily next to me and mumble something unintelligible.
She certainly hadn't said anything intelligent, because as far as I had gotten to know her, only nonsense actually came out of her mouth.
I pulled out my phone and briefly checked my messages.
However, there was no call or message from Miss Williams on my display.
I stood in front of the large steel door that formed the back entrance to the office and put my hand in my pocket while the other held Miss Smith's cell phone to illuminate the darkened walls.
While I had nothing else to do but stand around, my project in Paris came to mind.
"Have you organized the trip to Paris?" I asked my spoiled assistant, who was sitting on the step of the stairs and had difficulty keeping her eyes open.
How old was she anyway? I put her at around 23 from looks, but her demeanor told me otherwise.
She nodded in response and looked away from me.
I was currently in a stressful phase and therefore could not afford to hire a new assistant and explain all the data and basics of the company to her for the time being.
It would certainly take a little while for the new assistant to get used to my rhythm.
Miss Smith was good at her professional work, but I didn't like her sloppy manner.
I needed someone to do it instead of falling three times before doing it.
I leaned against the wall behind me.
Another quarter of an hour passed in this way, in which I now and then felt Miss Smith looking at me fiercely, but skilfully ignored them.
I patiently crossed my arms over my chest and glanced at my assistant.
She was still sitting on the steps, her head resting against the stairwell gate.
She was struggling hard with the tiredness and you could see it all too well.
"Miss Smith?" I called in her direction to check if she was still awake.
There was no response from my assistant and I ran my hand through my hair.
Is this woman trying to screw me completely?
I took a few steps towards her and carefully shone the light on her face.
I bent down and looked up at her as she was sitting a few steps up.
"Miss Smith?" I called her name again and grabbed her shoulder lightly.
She mumbled something half asleep and suddenly fell down against me.
Slightly surprised, I kept my balance by grabbing the trellis next to me.
Her head landed against my chest as she breathed in and out regularly.
What the...
I reflexively let go of the bars and reached out and placed my arm on her small waist to keep her from tipping over.
Even in her sleep, this woman was a disaster.
As much as I tried to avoid her, the closer she came to me.
I put the phone down on a step and leaned her back in my arms.
Her head tilted back and her long hair fell down her sides.
Her glasses had fallen off her nose when they hit my chest.
I stared down at her, shaking my head, wondering how this was even possible.
How could one woman wreak so much havoc?
Her mouth was slightly open and her large eyes were closed.
At least she slept in peace and didn't pose any new difficulties for me at the moment.
Suddenly my cell phone rang and jerked me out of my rigid state.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket as best I could and answered it.
"Mr. Adams, I'm so sorry, but I'm stuck in traffic. It could be at least another 25 to 30 minutes" Miss Williams greeted me on the other end of the line.
"I should be sorry for disturbing you on your day off," I replied, looking down into my arm at my assistant.
Where should I put them?
"Bullshit! I didn't have anything special to do anyway" Mrs. William smiled at me, but my mind was on something else.
"See you then Mr. Adams" so she hung up and I put my phone back in my pocket.
What should I do with my assistant now?
It was difficult for me to put her down on the steps, otherwise she could have serious problems with her neck.
With a jerk, I cleverly sit down on the steps and free myself from the uncomfortable position I had been in for the last 5 minutes.
My arm was still around Miss Smith and this time her face was against my chest and she mumbled something unintelligible again in her sleep but made no move to wake up.
Now I had a choice.
Do I let her sleep for a while since Miss Williams won't be here for half an hour anyway, or do I wake her so she's finally out of my arms?
Because this position was not appropriate at all.
She was my assistant, not a lover.
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