CEO'S Mrs. Clumsy

CHAPTER TWO

Anna's POV

Inside, I approached the receptionist.

“Good morning,” she asked kindly, “Do you have an appointment?”

I hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’m the new personal assistant to Mr. Kane Blake.”

Her sympathetic gaze made me pause. I’d heard rumors—whispers that Mr. Blake changes his personal assistants as frequently as he changes his suits, firing them over the slightest mistake. I felt a flutter of nervousness as I overheard someone remark, “Mr. Blake can be brutal with his staff.”

Before I could process this further, a man approached me. “Are you Anna Brooklyn?” he asked politely.

I blinked in confusion. “Yes, I am. But—Anna Morgan,” I corrected quickly, realizing I’d made a slip.

He smiled warmly. “I’m the office manager. It’s nice to meet you, Anna. Follow me, please.” He led me down a quiet corridor to a small office located just next to the CEO’s. “This will be your workspace. Mr. Blake wanted it to be nearby so he can reach out to you easily.”

I thanked him, relieved by his kindness. “Thank you so much.”

Before leaving, he added, “The CEO should be arriving soon. Please make yourself comfortable.”

I lingered for a moment, absorbing everything, when suddenly the manager left me alone with my racing thoughts. My heart pounded as I peered out the window, wondering what today would bring. Would I manage not to fall at least once more? I couldn’t help but think back to yesterday—the mishaps, the stumbles—and a part of me trembled with both excitement and trepidation. After waiting for a few more minutes, the telephone suddenly rang. I picked up the call, and a familiar voice came through—it was the CEO. I instantly recognized his tone, and he said, “Mrs. Morgan, come to my office now.”

My heart skipped a beat. I had heard about him earlier, and now fear mixed with anxiety bubbled up inside me. I prayed silently that my clumsiness wouldn’t ruin this chance again.

When I finally reached his office, I greeted him with all the composure I could muster. He motioned for me to stand before his desk as he began listing my duties. “You’re expected in the office by 8:30 every morning,” he began in a cold, commanding tone. “I need you to prepare my black coffee—no cream, and at the perfect temperature. You’re also in charge of managing my schedule and accompanying me to any business meeting.”

I nodded, trying my best to look confident.

He then added, “This is your workspace, right next to mine, so I can reach you easily. And you must respond immediately when I call. Do everything correctly if you want to keep your job.”

His tone left no room for argument or error. Once he finished, he said curtly, “Now, go and get me my black coffee.”

I swallowed hard, nodded once more, and hurried out of the office, determined not to mess up—even if I was, as always, a little clumsy.

I went to brew the coffee—no cream, just as he’d ordered—and made sure it was at the perfect temperature. I carried it back to the CEO’s office with the utmost care, praying I wouldn’t spill it on anyone like I usually did.

When I arrived, he was deeply engrossed in his work. I gently placed the coffee on his desk and informed him, “Your coffee, sir.”

He didn’t even glance my way—just gave a small nod. I stood there awkwardly, my eyes unintentionally drawn to his face. The way he focused, the sharpness of his jawline, the cool aura he gave off—it was hard not to stare.

Then his voice, low and cutting, snapped me out of it. “Are you done staring? Now get out.”

Mortified, I turned crimson red and rushed out of his office, my embarrassment trailing behind me like a storm cloud.

Back at my desk, I buried my face in my hands for a second before shaking it off. I was determined not to let my clumsiness define me here. I had to be better—I would be better.

Soon, the office manager came in, handing me a stack of documents. “These need reviewing. Also, make sure to schedule a meeting for the CEO this afternoon.”

I nodded quickly. “Understood.”

As soon as he left, I rolled up my sleeves and got to work. The documents were a mountain, but I worked through them relentlessly, determined to prove myself. Hours passed before I finally completed the reviews and moved on to scheduling the meeting.

Once everything was sorted, I headed to Mr. Blake’s office to report. I knocked gently.

“Come in,” came his faint reply.

I stepped inside, my heart skipping a little at the memory of my earlier embarrassment. Still, I kept my composure and gave my report professionally.

He didn’t say much—just nodded, his expression unreadable. “You can return to your office.”

I gave a small bow and left, trying not to overthink everything.

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Kane’s POV

She intrigues me.

As she stood there reporting, I caught myself staring at her plump pink lips—wondering how they’d feel against mine. I quickly pushed the thought away and focused on her words.

She’d just resumed work today, yet she’d managed to review a hefty amount of documents thoroughly and even scheduled my meeting without a single error. I was impressed.

To be honest, I expected her to mess things up. Most of the assistants before her either made careless mistakes or tried too hard to flirt with me. That’s why I never kept one around for long.

But this one—Anna—she was different. Clumsy, yes, but surprisingly diligent.

After she finished, I told her to return to her office and got back to my work. The rest of the day passed quickly.

Usually, I stay late at the office, but today was different. I had wrapped up most of my tasks early. For some reason, I decided to leave on time. Maybe it was the strange calm that came with today.

Anna’s POV

After returning home from work, I was completely exhausted. I took a quick shower, changed into something comfortable, ate a simple dinner, and collapsed into bed.

The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sound of my alarm. But I couldn’t move—I just lay there, wrapped in the comfort of my sheets, unwilling to face the day.

Then it hit me. Work!

I shot up, suddenly wide awake, panic fueling my movements. I scrambled to get ready, skipping breakfast entirely because I was running late. Within minutes, I was dressed and out the door, practically flying down the street.

When I arrived at Blake Enterprises, I didn’t stop to greet anyone—I was in full-on panic mode. I rushed straight to the CEO’s office, praying I wouldn’t get scolded for being late.

To my surprise, Mr. Blake hadn’t arrived yet. I exhaled in relief, placing a hand over my racing heart. But the calm didn’t last long—he walked in just moments later.

I quickly greeted him, trying to sound composed, and hurried to prepare his coffee.

But fate had other plans. As I returned to his office, balancing the cup carefully, I missed a step and stumbled forward. The coffee spilled—right onto his desk.

My heart stopped.

“I’m so sorry, sir! I-I didn’t mean to—” I stammered, panic rising in my chest.

His voice was cold, sharp, and laced with arrogance. “Get the hell out of my office.”

I didn’t wait a second longer. Mortified and terrified, I turned on my heel and ran out, barely able to hold back the tears stinging my eyes.

I returned to my office, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. My chest was heavy with embarrassment and guilt. Why am I always so clumsy? I blamed myself over and over again, thinking I had just ruined any chance I had at keeping this job.

A part of me wanted to go back and apologize to Mr. Blake, but I wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse.

Just as I was lost in thought, a soft knock sounded on my door.

“Come in,” I said weakly.

The door opened, and Jessica stepped in. She was one of my co-workers—warm, friendly, and always wearing a kind smile.

“I saw you earlier. You looked really upset,” she said gently. “Are you okay?”

At her words, the emotions I had been holding in burst free. Tears streamed down my face as I broke down.