Chapter 5: Toronto
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Judy's Pov
“Or is it something else? If it is, enlighten me.”
He wouldn’t believe any excuses or lies from me. But that was bullshit, because if he was sure of my reason for faking my accident, why did he go along with it?
“I wasn’t faking anything. You hit me and compensated me. You shouldn’t be asking for money.”
“You hit my car… an expensive one you can’t afford—”
“Yet here you are, billing me for money I don’t have.”
He scoffed, watching me closely before saying, “What do you want?”
“I can’t pay the amount you’re asking for. If you can give me time to work for the money, then… I can think of something.”
“How long?”
“In two weeks’ time?”
He scoffed again, unfolding his hands and tucking them into his pants pockets. “You don’t even have health insurance. How would you pay me in two weeks?”
I hadn’t thought of that. The job at the bar wouldn’t be enough. Besides, I couldn’t risk losing that job since it’s the only thing bringing in cash for Mom’s bills.
“Look… I don’t have time for this. I have an important meeting you just dragged me away from.”
I racked my brain, thinking about what to offer and then the thought came to me. I was going to hate suggesting this, but it was the only option I had.
“Hire me!”
“What?”
“Make me your worker and deduct whatever I owe you from my salary. You could… you could also let me work and pay you back.”
He squinted his eyes as he looked me over from head to toe. “Do you see me as a joke? Do you think someone like you would have the qualifications to work in my company?”
I swallowed hard, bracing myself as I took in the insult. It was funny how the roles had reversed: him on top, and me—the little rat who wouldn’t dare come close to him. He wasn’t the sweet boy I fell for years ago. That boy would never have spoken to me like this… this, right here, was a different man.
“I know I’m not qualified to work in your company… but I can work as your personal assistant. You need one, since you’re the CEO, don’t you? Just hire me as your personal assistant.”
He c****d his eyebrow and remained silent. Honestly, it was stupid to even suggest this, but it was the only idea I had.
“Tender your application letter to my email. You can get the email from the receptionist,” he said before turning around in a hurry and leaving.
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The employment letter came two days after I submitted my application. I had to stop working at the bar when I took the job as his personal assistant at the company. Which brings me to why I am here: sitting in a private jet on my way to Toronto.
Gavin called me around four in the morning, asking me to prepare for a trip to Toronto for a business meeting, one that couldn’t wait and required me to go with him. I don’t see why I have to. Sure, I am the personal assistant, but in situations like this, doesn’t the CEO usually go alone?
“Earth to Judy,” Gavin said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
“What?”
“I asked for the schedule of my day. Do you have it yet? The meeting is tomorrow, so we’ll have to stay in a hotel in the meantime. I suppose you have booked two rooms…”
Oh s**t… I totally forgot about that! Oh my God, Gavin is going to kill me.
“About that…”
His eyes turned serious. “Don’t tell me you haven’t booked a hotel room? What have you been doing?!”
“You didn’t tell me on time… it’s not my fault. It just slipped my mind.”
“Is this how you’re supposed to work?” he asked, aggravated.
“I’m sorry. I…I’ll see to it once we land.”
“Better. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Do your job properly, Judy, or I’ll find a replacement.”
We landed a few hours later and took a private car to the nearest hotel. I dashed to the receptionist, dragging the bags behind me.
“Hi, excuse me!”
“Hi. Welcome to Hotel De Luna.”
“I would like to book two rooms… a plus if one is a VIP suite.”
The brunette nodded with a smile and faced her computer. “I’m sorry, but the VIP suites are booked. We have only one private room available, not two.”
“Oh… um… maybe check again.”
“There’s just one room available, ma’am.”
I sighed, looking down at my watch as the hand struc
k eight p.m. Gavin stood far off, waiting impatiently with his hands in his pockets.
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