Billionaire's PA

Getting A job

I kept calling Alli’s phone, but it wasn’t going through.

Was she ignoring me because she was mad that I took the job without consulting her? Or was something wrong?

They needed my response by this afternoon, and I needed to talk to her.

Me: Hello, Alli… Alli?

Alli: Hello… this is not a good time, am I—

Me: Alli? What’s going on? Are you in trouble? Why are you whispering?

Beep… beep.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered, staring at my phone.

Was she in danger? Did she need me to call for help? Or—

I waited anxiously for twenty minutes, my thoughts spiraling. Finally, a text popped up.

Feeew… that was close.

My heart, which had been hammering against my ribs, froze.

That girl was so dead.

How could she scare me like that?

But if she wasn’t in trouble, why was she whispering? And why did the call cut off so easily?

It couldn’t be…

No.

Oh, hell no.

If Alli had just answered me in the middle of one of her booty calls—oh, she was so dead.

With Alli out of reach for now, I decided not to call her back and confirm my theory. I’d let her come to me. Instead, I needed a distraction.

Cleaning the apartment sounded like a solid plan. It would keep my hands busy and give me time to think.

I had a job now. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it was something. A paycheck meant I could pay the bills, cover the damage expenses, and—most importantly—it gave me a sense of independence.

Every girl needed that.

It might take me longer to reach my ultimate goal, but this was a step in the right direction.

Determined, I headed to the washroom closet for supplies.

Damn.

The mop looked like it had been through a war, and the detergent bottle was running on fumes.

Good thing I got a job, I thought grimly.

I decided to start with the living room since it was the biggest space.

"God, this is not going anywhere," I groaned, scrubbing at a stubborn stain. "When was the last time this place was actually clean?"

Alli swore she hired someone a few weeks ago, but the dust buildup told a different story.

Three hours in, and I was still in the living room. These carpets hadn’t seen a vacuum in months.

Miss Mack, my old neighbor, always made cleaning look effortless. But no matter what I did, it felt like I wasn’t making a dent.

By the time I finished the entire apartment, another three hours had passed. My arms ached, my back was sore, and I was officially done.

And finally, Alli decided to grace me with her presence.

"Hey, Amanda, what’s up?" she greeted casually, tossing her bag on the couch.

I gaped at her.

"What’s up?! THAT’S all you have to say? I was worried sick after the way you ended that call! I thought you were in serious trouble!"

She smirked. "And if I was?"

"The call ended, and you didn’t even call back to check?"

I crossed my arms. "I was going to! But you were whispering, and knowing you… I figured you were, you know, busy with someone. I didn’t want to confirm my suspicion, so I waited for you to reach out first."

Alli threw her head back and cackled.

"Damn, Manda, your imagination is wild. But actually, I’m glad you didn’t call back because I was in the middle of a lecture—with Mr. Hot and Grumpy himself." She waggled her brows. "And guess what? He caught me on my phone. Saying he wasn’t happy would be an understatement."

I giggled. "Damn, Alli. Can’t you give the man a break? You do know that dating a professor is frowned upon, right?"

"Don’t raise your well-groomed brows at me," she shot back, smirking. "And you’re one to talk. I’m still mad at you, by the way. How could you make such a big decision without talking to me first?"

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I’m sorry. I was desperate, and when the opportunity came, I just took it. It’s not like I’m giving up on finding a better job, but at least this one covers expenses. I can even fix your car."

"As well as the person’s car you hit?" she added, arching a brow.

"Yeah," I muttered sheepishly.

"Plus," I continued, "this job will help build my resume. I mean, I’m a straight-A student and all, but let’s be real—no one wants to hire a college student straight out of school, much less one who has to skip class just to work. It looks desperate."

Alli rolled her eyes. "Stop it, Manda. Anyone would be lucky to have you working for them. But you’re right—this is a great way to boost your application."

Then, suddenly, she threw her arms up.

"But all that aside—my girl got a job!" she cheered, fake crying. "I feel like a proud mom."

I laughed. "Oh, shut up. So you’re not mad I took the job without telling you first?"

"Mad? Why would I be? You finally got a job! And as much as I’ve told you that you don’t need to fix my car, I know you won’t feel comfortable unless you do.

"This job will ease your stress, which means less stress for me, too.

"Besides, you already said you’re not settling. You’re going to keep hunting for something better. We’ll talk more about your career goals later.

"But for now?" She clapped her hands. "We celebrate. And you promised to come with me to check out that new club!"

I groaned. "Ohhh… do we really