The Billionaire’s Assistant

Chapter Three

Maya Rose

Monday came quicker than I expected, the blaring of my alarm clock shocking me with a blast of reality.

I had passed the entire weekend in a daze, still in disbelief that I was going to be working with the CEO of Crawford Enterprises. At the same time, I hadn’t forgotten to prep myself in preparation for the big day, the day I officially start work as an employee of Crawford enterprises.

I hadn’t been able to resist googling him, even though I already knew who he was. I just couldn’t help myself. That man was basically the embodiment of sin, dripping hotness everywhere he was.

I was quite surprised at the results that came up with the search. Because apart from the basic information, there were also articles pointing towards the Crawfords being involved in illegal activities.

I had read on, intrigued and came across different posts about how the Crawfords were suspected to be part of a mafia, possibly a leading family and were using Crawford enterprises as a front to hide their illegal dealings.

I had heard rumors, even in college of how feared Sebastian Crawford was in the business world and apparently that fear was built up from the accumulation of the blood of his enemies on his hands. Although I doubted the stories, there was no rumor that didn’t have a spark of truth to it. But currently, everything was just groundless speculation since no concrete proof had ever been presented.

Although, there were some points that were pretty suspicious. Like how competitors who were stepping up to them either died or landed in serious trouble or how someone who had once come out claiming to have evidence against them suddenly went missing and was never seen again.

I decided to put all those things out of my mind since it wasn’t my business. After all, even if they were a mafia, I had no knowledge of their activities. I continued with my search on Sebastian.

God knew I had never seen anyone as handsome or as popular as he was and I was about to meet him in real life.

He hardly smiled in any of the pictures, looking sinful but severe in his suits. There were a lot of articles about him and his achievements on the internet, even his family was featured a lot of times. After all, the Crawford’s were also a long standing powerful family with a lot of influence so it was to be expected.

He had also been photographed with different women on different occasions, all of them famous heiresses, models and socialites. Tall, long legged, curvy beauties. Not one of the like me, short and with filled with curves I almost couldn’t control. I couldn’t help but notice that he was hardly ever photographed with the same woman twice.

I don’t even know why my thoughts went there, when it wasn’t like there was going to be anything between us. I guess it was an understandable reaction to a hot man, especially one who was at a point I wanted to be.

Excitement, anticipation and nervousness filled my stomach, mixing and making me feel like I could puke.

I composed myself and left my bed, glancing at my phone screen as I did so, 6 o’clock. I was supposed to be at the office at eight and considering it took me about 30 - 40 mins to get there, I believe I made a good decision with my wake up time.

It didn’t take me too long to have my bath but I took extra time moisturizing my body and putting on the little makeup I had.I placed mascara on my lashes, coating my eyelids with eyeliner and proceeded to apply pink lip gloss on my lips after lining it with a pencil.

I had washed my hair over the weekend so I only added a drop of oil to moisturize it and make it shine before pulling it in a ponytail. I had a good whole pack of this oil since it had been given to me by one of my bosses who was a hairdresser when I had worked at a salon during one of my final year breaks.

I pulled on a long sleeved flowery top with a round neckline and black pants, tucking the top into the pants before buttoning it. The pants were longer than my legs but I was going to make it work.

My outfit was only put together with the help of my now ex neighbor who had given me all her old clothes and the things she didn’t need since she was moving out, as a thank you for helping her watch her place a couple of times.

What she gave me in return was far more than I had done for her but I wasn’t going to say no. After all, I was poor and needed the things.

Her clothes were definitely in better shape than mine and there was a wider variety to select from.

Both of us wore around the same size only that my hips and butt were fuller and she was taller than me. My breasts were also kinda bigger than hers so the chest area of some of the clothes were a bit snug.

All in all, I was very grateful. After all, I had never had such nice clothes before. All I had worn were hand me downs and donations from church charities. Although these were technically still hand me downs, they were a much higher grade.

I paired the outfit with cute black wedges that she had also given me. I had thanked everybody that could hear me for the fact that we wore the same size of shoes. I was so in luck.

She had given me these along with some other shoe’s including heels that I was sure will topple me over. She had also added 4 bags to the collection, drastically updating my wardrobe from the lackluster disaster it once was. Now I had better quality clothes.

I cleaned the shoes, placing them at the door before going to the kitchen to make a sandwich.

Surprisingly, she had also cleared out her fridge and given me everything, including some china and kitchen utensils.

I had a feeling she didn’t just do it out of gratitude but probably felt that I was a charity case. Although it was kind of embarrassing that someone saw me as a charity case, it wasn’t exactly far from the truth.

At this point, I needed all the charity I could get, especially with my new job.

I made 3 sandwiches, eating one and wrapping 2 up for lunch, placing them in my bag. Grabbing my phone, I checked the time, my eyes widening when I saw that it was already 7:15am.

I rushed out, dragging my bag and trying to wear my shoes as I hopped and locked the door. I finally succeeded in wearing my shoes and glanced at my pants, making sure my card was pinned to it. It he’d been delivered to me the day before and I was expected to wear it every work day.

I hurried down the stairs, being careful not to trip in my shoes before speed walking to the bus stop. The bus was just arriving as I reached the stop and I wasted no time in jumping in. I settled down in an empty window seat, taking deep breaths to recover from the exercise I just did. My chest felt tight and I did every mental health trick I knew to calm down.

It worked and I found myself feeling better. Anticipation filled my gut and I allowed my eyes to shut, daydreaming about how my first day was going to turn out.

Soon enough, we got to the bus stop before the Crawford enterprises and I stepped out, starting the 10 mins walk to the company.

Standing in front of Crawford enterprises, I felt the same rush I had felt the first time I came here. But I was no longer here as a candidate for a job, but as a proud employee of the company albeit a new one.