Chapter 1 NO.1

Present Day: 2 years forward

"Final notice Ms.Vega I'm not going to tell you this again, " said Mr. Sanders, my landlord. It was a gloomy Monday morning and I'm already exhausted from having a shitty day after leaving my office on Maple Road as a secretary.

"Yes, Mr.Sanders, " I replied with a shy tone. He then nodded his head softly and walked towards the stairs on the left side.

Closing the door, I rolled my eyes with frustration and proceed to get my clothes.

Today is the day that I'm getting interviewed as a personal assistant at the Mitchell Enterprise. I'm nervous as fuck not going to lie, I haven't been in an interview for a hot minute since I left my last job.

I wasn't making enough money to keep myself afford to live in my ratchet apartment. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to leave this place and not deal with Mr.Sanders anymore.

Leaving the apartment, I went to the bus station and sat on the bench.

As I look back into my life, I realized I need to get it together or I could lose everything. Growing up as an orphan girl hasn't been the best thing to experience.

Especially getting adopted by a family who doesn't even know that I even existed. My so-called father was in and out of my life, and my mom was worked at the Toll and I barely even see her from time to time.

To add, I have no brothers or sisters which sucks the most. I envy my friends from school who have a big family, makes me feel like I'm left out.

However, in high school, I was everyone's 'high school sweetheart'. I had the grades, made some friends and build close relationships with my teachers and principal.

Being 'the sweetheart' or the DreamGirl didn't reflect on my personal life. I'm a poor girl who lives in a junk and doesn't have any ability to do anything like everyone's else does.

I couldn't even survive through college because of my dedication to being a full-time secretary. It really pulled me out from my education which eventually didn't turn out so well.

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NEXT STOP IS TO MITCHELL ENTERPRISE

Getting off from the bus, I fixed my beige skirt and my rose-pink blouse. I then pulled out my reading glasses and enter the gigantic building of Mitchell Enterprise. The high-end company that advertises luxurious fashions along with their own journalism illustrations, and model industry.

I learned about Mitchell Enterprise about a year ago from my close friend Lauren. She was generous to help me build a formative resume and submit the application online. Apparently, the bad boy Stefan Mitchell is looking for a personal assistant for the tenth time.

Ten?

Is he that bad?

I'm even surprised he accepted my application. The call I received yesterday from a lady with a thick European accent, called me and informed that he's wanting to see me.

The billionaire, Stefan Mitchell. Blonde Hair, Blue eyes, lips that are meant to be kissed numerous times, and that body... don't get me started!

But because of his womanizer behavior, there's no way in hell that he's attracted to me at all whatsoever.

As I enter in, the lady at the front desk greeted me with a smile. She came out of her office area and firmly shake my hand.

''-- You are Isabella? Am I correct?'' she said.

''Yes, you're the one that called me about Mr.Mitchell.''

''Oh, yes! I remember talking with you. Come with me.''

She escorted me to the elevator and pressed 5 to escalate our way to the big boss. A double ding sound came as we reached our destination. The lady knocked on a double door twice loudly and said ''Don't worry sweetie, he is a bit tough but just relax and smile.''

''Thank you.''

''My pleasure.'' The door finally opened he was there leaning against the wall with his hands on his pockets. His eyebrows arched irritatedly and his jaw was tightened like someone woke him from his nap.

''Mr. Mitchell this is Isabella, the girl who you wanted me to call, sir, '' the lady said nervously. Jeez, even the lady is a bit afraid of him.

''Come in, '' he said. His voice was deep it shocked my body all over anxiously. I walked into his office and was appalled to the setting.

An open-view rectangle mirror that seeks out the city of Toronto. His desk was black filled with papers along with his Apple laptop. There were three chairs in front of his desk, a plasma tv, his own snack bar with drinks, and a shelf filled with books and pictures.

I nervously sat on the chair and played with my thumbs as he takes a file and opens up my resume.

''Isabella Vega, twenty-four years old, high school graduate, college drop out. Why?'' He said emphasizing why to me. I breathed hard and stammered my words to tell him why I dropped out of college.

''Well... I just.''

''Why?''

''I was working a lot, full-time at Angels Magazine on Maple Road as a secretary-'

''For how long?''

''Two years.''

''Why'd you leave?''

''Personal experiences.''

Stefan begins to write down on a piece of paper and kept sizing me up and down. By his judgment, I can tell he's not going to hire me. The way he emphasized ''why'' gave me chills all over my body.

''Ms.Vega, do you have a driver's license?''

''Yes.''

''A car?''

''Uh, no I just take the bus.''

''Are you willing to risk to waking up early every morning to come here at the enterprise?''

''Yes.''

''Are you sure?''

''Yes, sir.''

''Come by the office at nine tomorrow.''

''Umm... wh-- what?''

He stood up from his chair and grabbed another file from his cabinets. He hands the file to me while I continue to give him a puzzled expression.

''You're hired, I expect you to read this, be here by nine.''

''Umm.. th- thank--- thank---, '' I said stuttering my words to thank him.

''--- You should leave, '' he replied. He didn't even say you're welcome, with that tone I knew I was fucked. My brows arched with sorrow and I finally left the office.

I can't believe it.

Stefan Mitchell, the bad boy, the hottest billionaire hired me.