Scandal

Chapter 5-1

Chapter 5

The hot shower that morning was exactly what I needed to get my head straight and ready for the day ahead of me. I shaved carefully and meticulously as I preferred a clean appearance at all times. When I returned to my bedroom, I dressed in a dark blue suit and fingered the few ties I owned. Some of my peers had hundreds of power ties. I had three. They were all I needed, and I wore only them. I picked out the silver striped one to go along with my suit.

My butler was in the kitchen when I walked in. He handed me a cup of coffee, black, and said, “Your car is here, sir.”

“Thank you, Curtis.” I took a sip of the coffee. “I like this blend. Be sure to pick up more.”

“Of course, sir.”

I headed out of the penthouse suite and down the elevator. I nodded at the doorman, and he swung the door open for me. My driver was waiting for me with the car door opened, the engine running, and the morning newspaper in his hand. He handed it to me as I bent down to get into the limousine.

It was the same every morning, I never strayed from my routines. They maintained structure and allowed me to control at least some of the things in my life.

I worked for my father, running one of the biggest companies under his belt. I was the CEO of Jacobs Empires, and the position had made me billions over a short period of time. I was under great and constant pressure to please my father.

Opening the paper, I checked the headlines. I had just enough time each day to read the paper before I arrived at work. It was the perfect start to my day, drinking coffee and being abreast of what was going on in the city and the world at large.

The car sidled up to the curb of Jacobs Empire, and I waited while the driver came around to open my door for me. I left the paper in the car when I exited, saying, “Thank you, Frank.”

“Have a good day, sir.”

I nodded to a few people as I made my way up to the top floor of the building. My right hand man Chuck was waiting for me when I got off the elevator.

“We found you an assistant Mr. Jacobs, but I'm not sure you will be happy with her,” he said as we started walking towards my office.

“Well, why would you hire her if you weren't sure I would want her?”

“It's not that we don't think you’ll like her, it's just . . . well, it's your new stepsister.”

I stopped walking. “Speak. I'm a little lost here.”

“The temp agency is sending her over as your new assistant. She came highly recommended. We were embarrassed, however, that a woman of her . . . station . . . would be working as an assistant, so we also didn't want to offend you by hiring her.”

“I see. I have no issue with Sasha working for me. If she chooses to make a living for herself, that’s honorable, not embarrassing.”

“Of course. I didn't mean to imply. We were all just surprised.”

“It's her choice, I imagine, so it's fine with me. Please see her in when she arrives.”

Chuck left to attend to his duties while I entered my office and closed the door behind me. Sasha was coming to work here? For me? How did that happen? What were the odds that she would just fall into my lap like that by accident? I wasn't really big on surprises. Was it just a game? Had she sought me out, found out about the job, and then applied for it?

I partially agreed with Chuck—I couldn't imagine a young girl in her position wanting to work as someone's assistant. Especially for her stepbrother. It was just odd. Most socialites her age abhorred the idea of being an assistant. Most of them had assistants of their own. Was it possible Sasha had no idea who her new boss was? If that was the case, then she was going to hit the roof when she saw me. That sounded like an even better start to my day.

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