Chapter 2 MOVING ON

I've moved in with Camila permanently after losing my parents four months ago. I had isolated myself from the world while grieving. Recently, Camila has been trying to cheer me up and has been supporting me.

After my parents passed away, I faced financial difficulties as our family's source of income was destroyed in a fire. I realized that I needed a job to support myself and to repay Camila for her hospitality.

Even though I wasn't fully prepared to face the world, I knew I had to be strong. Since Camila didn't have work that day, I approached her and shared my decision.

"Camila?" I called out.

"Yeah," she replied.

"I need your help. I've been thinking, and I need to find a job. I want to help out and have a source of income. I'm not familiar with how things work here, so I'd really appreciate your assistance."

Camila patted the couch where she was sitting, gesturing for me to sit with her. As I sat close to her, she held my hand and said, "You know I'd do anything for you. I can show you how to apply for jobs, but are you sure you're ready? You can take your time if you need to."

"I'm sure," I replied. "I need to do this for myself. Plus it would serve as a distraction."

"Okay baby, we'll start slow okay? What kind of job are you looking into?" She asked with a smile.

"Personal assistant, receptionist, anything less tasking."

"Getting a personal assistant position is hard to find these days but regardless I'll still help you out. I would send you links and show you sites to apply for." She said sweetly.

"Thank you," I say softly.

My job hunting began. I used Camila's laptop to check the links she sent me and I began applying. First with the personal assistant role, and receptionist, then filled the remaining links just in case.

By the time I finished applying to everything, it was already dark. I lay in bed, my mind wandered to my childhood days with my parents. I drifted off to sleep afterward.

A week went by because I got feedback from one of the companies I applied to and was invited for an interview. I prepared ahead for the interview, got to the location, and waited in the reception to be called upon.

After some time, I got called and was directed to the HR office. He looked at me intensely, I sat down and we proceeded, halfway down the interview, the man congratulated me and said I had a step more to bag the job.

He walked towards me and started touching my shoulder, telling me how I was such a beautiful and promising girl. He loosened the knot of his tie and sat at the desk, signaling me to come to him.

I got up and turned towards the door and he was there, blocking my way.

"Relax. It's nothing serious, I just want to get to know you and I like you. Just let me see those cherries under your shirt and I'll give you the job, dammit!" He said with a hint of mischief.

Just as he charged his hands toward my shirt, there was a knock at the door. I used that to gather my things and leave the office.

Still spooked from the incident that occurred inside, I stopped by a cafe shop, and ordered a coffee, hoping to calm down. I ordered some muffins and then headed home.

I got home, and took a hot and steamy shower, trying to get rid of today's ugliness. I told Camila how horrible my day went, we laughed about it, had muffins, and called it an early night.

The next morning, I woke up to my phone ringing, I rolled over still sleepish to my phone, and answered

"Hello Angel Baker, this call from Bellevue Ltd, you have been invited for an interview by 10 am today, we'd be expecting you."

"Okay, thank you, I'll be there." I flung myself out of bed, excited, it was a good role and a good company according to my research. I immediately prepared and rushed off.

I got to the venue early and waited with the others. While seated, we could hear arguments. I got called for my interview and got recruited as a receptionist and was told I'd be resuming immediately.

A lady came out and asked that security go up to the boss's office. I wondered what was going on up there as I got behind the receptionist's desk.

A few minutes later, a man comes out from the elevator, strolls to my desk, and says "I haven't seen this face before?"

"Good morning sir, and yes that's because I just resumed," I reply with a smile.

"You have quite a striking look, I'm David. Your boss and I were partners until this morning, but he's not someone you want to be associated with. To keep your job safe, I suggest you stay low."

Oh so they were the cause of the argument earlier, the boss sounds brutal, and I definitely wouldn't want our paths to cross.

"Thank you for the heads up, sir."

"You're welcome, how would you like to have a side job? He asks.

"How do you mean sir?"

"It's quite simple, all you have to do is get close to Desmond, your boss, and the rest is easy. You have good looks and features, that shouldn't be hard." He says schemingly.

"I can't. I haven't even met him, I can't accept it, I'm sorry."

"I forgot to mention, you'd be paid handsomely. Here's my card, think about my offer and when you're done give me a call." He said with a wink and left the building.

Just as I was placing the card in my bag, a manly and handsome figure stepped out from the elevator and looked directly at me.

"Get me coffee. I want it milky and creamy, with four cubes of sugar. I like it from Beverly's and bring it up, don't make me wait." He snaps.

"Alright, sir."

I got the coffee and went up to his office, knocked then proceeded inside. He looked relaxed in that chair, the two buttons on his shirt unbuttoned, his blue eyes intense. I dropped the coffee on his table, and he checked his watch, could he have timed me?

"It's rude to stare, you know?" He declared.

Shit. "Apologies."

"What's your name?" He asked, before I could answer, I continued staring, observing his facial features, and his jet-black hair. He was a sight.

"A-Angel Baker, sir" I replied shakily. Are we having a conversation? This was supposed to be an in-and-out job.

"Grab whatever belongings you have downstairs and move to the desk outside my office, your position has changed." He says firmly.

"W-what?"

"Do I have to repeat myself, Miss Baker?" He said.

"But my position, I don't understand," I objected.

"I need a new personal assistant. You'll do, and be quick about it. There's a lot you have you do" He answered.