The Alpha boss and the PA

I spy...

Alissa POV

I was sitting in the office the next morning, only slightly hungover from yesterday, sorting through the mail when Collin came into my office.

“Good morning Alissa! Is the A-, uhm, is the boss in? I need to talk to him”

He looked a little shifty which wasn’t like Collin at all. He was usually all calm and collected. Something was up.

“Yes, he is in the office. Let me ask him if he is available for a meeting.” I told him.

“Oh, no need. I am sure he won’t mind.” Collin responded as he strode towards David’s office door.

Well fine then, just waltz right on in, don’t mind me.

Collin opened the door and in his haste to talk to David about whatever it was that was on his mind, he already started talking before he closed the door behind him.

“Alpha, sorry to bother you but there has been an-“ was all I heard. But that was enough.

I mean, Alpha? Come on now, they weren’t the mob at all! They were some sort of secret government agency! The military uses terms like Alpha and Bravo and stuff, don’t they? Maybe they were Russian spies posing as a construction company to… well do spying stuff. I don’t know. They are secret government people, surely they are sneaky enough so that I wouldn’t figure out exactly what they were up to in an instant. But they were up to something. I was sure of it.

This train of thought was giving me a small headache, that I was certain had nothing to do with the bottle of wine I downed last night. I dug through my bag and found a painkiller that I swallowed whole. I had to keep my wits about me at this trying time.

Who would have thought that all that was standing between the safety of my country and some evil foreign spies was little old me? I pictured myself in a ceremony getting a knighthood and some medals from the government for exceptional bravery in defending our country against a tricky and evil enemy. Wait… do they do knighthoods? Whatever, they would make an exception for me surely. Though I had to admit that nobody here seemed to be very evil. And they did seem to genuinely work hard at this construction stuff. Could be a very clever front though, couldn’t it? 

“Alissa!”

I jumped out of my seat in surprise in a rush of adrenaline. I know people say that sort of stuff, but I literally jumped out of my seat in surprise.

“Alissa can you stop daydreaming?” David said in a teasing tone. Collin stood behind him.

“I was NOT daydreaming,” I replied irritably. Where did they come from all of the sudden? How could I not have heard them come out of the office? I swear I had to put a bell on that man. David looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a disbelieving look on his face, while Collin gave me a small smile.

“I was not.” I stubbornly lied. “I just got up to get a cup of coffee.” Damn. That was a bad lie. Now I would have to get a coffee from the coffee machine that was bred in the fiery pits of hell. I hoped they weren’t going to stand there and watch me drink it too, since I had no idea what would happen if I pressed some random buttons.

“Were you now…”, David said questioningly as his eyebrow climbed even higher.

Bathroom. I should have told him I was about to go to the bathroom. Stupid me! Instead I was stuck with this lie, so I faked a confident nod and walked over to the dreaded machine.

“Either way…” he drawled as he headed towards the exit. “I need to leave the office for the rest of the day, so can you cancel my appointments please? Try to reschedule them for later this week if possible.”

“Sure, no problem at all”, I replied, hoping that he would leave before I actually had to do more than grab a cup. But the evil cretin just stood there with his hand on the doorknob looking at me. Fine. I put the cup down, stared at the machine and pressed a button with a cup that had steam coming off it. That looked promising I thought, while staring at the machine expectantly. At first nothing happened and then the whole unit started to make this whirring sound that did not sound good at all. All of the sudden a massive cloud of steam came out of what seemed to be every crevice that that coffee machine had to offer. I jumped back in fright, afraid the whole thing would blow up, but instead it calmed down and stopped spitting out steam. No coffee or any other liquid was coming out though and it seemed like it was done with whatever program the button activated. I heard David chuckle as he and Collin finally left the office.

Evil, foreign, spying bastard. And to think that I wanted to have a whole litter of his kids yesterday evening. Unbelievable.

I walked back to my desk and aggressively continued the sorting of the mail when I came across this glossy golden envelope. I turned it over and opened it. Inside was an equally glossy invitation for something called the ‘Bosworth charity ball’.

‘Charity ball’, yeah sure. This was probably some code for a secret meeting with other foreign government officials to talk over their plans for world domination.

I clicked open Google on my computer and typed in ‘Bosworth charity ball’. Surprisingly a whole bunch of results popped up on my screen. Apparently this ball was held every year and was very real.

‘The Bosworth charity ball invites people in business and politics to come together for a night of glamour and fun. The goal of the evening is to raise as much money as possible through our charity auction. The choice of charity varies each year and this year the money raised will go to the children’s hospital.’

Okay, I felt a little bad now about thinking that this was an evil foreign meeting when in fact it was to help sick little children. I almost teared up when I thought about those little boys and girls lying in their hospital beds.

David had to go to this thing. He had to go and spend money on that auction to save some of those poor children. That was the least he could do really, being an otherwise malicious spy and all that. Or, in the unlikely event that he wasn’t a spy at all, he should still go and spend money on sick children. He had enough money and they needed it.

Full of determination I got up out of my chair to go put the envelope on David’s desk. Unfortunately I got up a bit too quickly and the whole world started spinning for a second. I dropped back down onto my chair with a groan and decided, quite reasonably, that I could also put the envelope on his desk when the painkiller I took for my not-a-hangover had started to work.