The Alpha boss and the PA

The start of my new and improved life

Alissa POV

“I got the job!” I squealed at Daisy the minute I got home.

“No way!” she replied. She honestly sounded a little surprised. Rude… “I am so happy for you! You are on your way to start a new and improved life with a great job and no Paul in it.”

“I know, right? Not entirely sure about the job yet, but the no-Paul thing is a much needed improvement already I suppose,” I say while kicking off my high heels. I don’t really wear heels often, but my new professional self thought it would be a good idea. I am only 5 foot  5 (around 165 cm) and the added height made me feel powerful. But they also hurt my feet, so no need to wear them too long really.

“When do you start?” Daisy asked, making room for me on the couch.

“Tomorrow actually.” I said, while plopping down next to her. “Apparently the big boss is out of town for the week and so Sarah, his current PA, can show me around in peace. Then upcoming Monday I am expected to fully take over.”

“Wow, that’s not a very long time to get used to things,” Daisy said with a frown.

“No, but Sarah told me I could always call her if I got stuck. And she told me it isn’t really difficult once you get the hang of it. She seemed really nice. A little bit weird, but nice.”

“You aren’t still convinced they are part of the mob, are you?” Daisy said while trying to hide a grin.

Again, rude… It really wasn’t that weird to think they were part of the mob. I mean the mob are very into construction companies, aren’t they? And before the interview started Sarah did stare at me for a while with glazed over eyes. Like she was listening to somebody talk to her. But there was nobody there. So my theory was that she was wearing an earpiece and was receiving instructions through it. Which seemed a bit much for a construction company. So it could all just be a front, right? I didn’t actually SEE an earpiece, but with technology these days I am sure they could have made it very small and invisible. I was obviously not going to tell Daisy any of this. She seems to have gotten the weird idea into her head that I have too big of an imagination and that I let my fantasies get away from me. Nonsense. Only because I had told her about my suspicions that mr. Frederick from the apartment below ours is a vampire. Which made total sense. He was pale, never left the apartment during the day and he smelled funny. According to Daisy he was pale BECAUSE he never left the apartment during the day and he was just a smelly weirdo.

“I am not saying they ARE the mob, I am just saying they COULD be the mob,” I say defensively. “But I won’t let that stand in the way of me becoming the best PA that company has ever seen. I will be glorious and I will blow them all away.”

“Yes! I will cheers to that!” Daisy says while getting up off the couch and walking to the kitchen. “I think we have a perfect bottle of white wine saved especially for this glorious occasion.”

“You mean the same bottle of white wine that we always have and also drink on regular occasions such as a Friday and/or Saturday night?” I ask.

“Details…”, she says as she pulls the wine out of the fridge.

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I didn’t drink that much last night, I swear. Only a glass or 2. Okay, maybe 3. So why do I feel this weird? I step into the shower still feeling very drowsy. As the warm water flows over me I realize that I am in fact nervous to go to work. Very nervous. I don’t really know what to expect. I talked it over with Daisy last night and she said that it doesn’t really matter what I do there, because it’s temporary anyway. So it’s the perfect rebound job so to speak. But I want to do good. Really good. I feel like I need to make up for my last job. I really messed up by sleeping with the boss and getting carried away. Paul was a massive mistake and it cost me a job that I actually liked. Not to mention my sanity for a while. I wasn’t about to let that happen again. I just really wanted to go to work and be professional and blow everyone away with my skills. And I did have skills. I never got any complaints at my last job and they seemed pretty pleased with my performance. Though I have to admit that self-doubt started to creep in after the Paul-thing happened. What if they didn’t actually think I was skilled, but only kept me because Paul enjoyed sleeping with me? Did I actually function the way I used to think or was that a lie too?  

Before I could get stuck into another wave of self-doubt and self-pity, I turned off the shower and dried myself off. I put on a pair of black pants and a pale blue blouse that really complimented my pale skin tone.  I put on some light make-up and brushed out my hair. I wasn’t sure about the shoes. I could go for heels again, but I didn’t know how much I had to walk and stand today. So I compromised and went with black ankle boots with a small heel.

After approving my appearance I went to the kitchen for breakfast only to find Daisy already there baking pancakes.

“Good morning sunshine!”,  she said in a chipper voice that should be forbidden this early in the morning. “I thought I would send you off with a proper breakfast on your first day.”

“That’s very nice of you,” I said, plopping down on one of the two bar stools that stood under our very small breakfast bar that was attached to the kitchen.

“I agree,” she answered, while plating the pancakes and pouring some syrup over them. “Now eat up and go nail this job!”

And that was exactly what I was going to do.