Chapter 1 New boss.

I resist the urge to bite on my nails as I read through the newly updated company board.

The head seat has changed hands?

Worse, the new chairman who has just resumed the day before is already firing people like crazy.

It took a lot for me to get a job as the assistant of the chairman of Apex enterprise. It's been six days! Only six days and now this happens.

Sitting up, I scroll down and continue to read.

Alexander Stone is the grandson of the now ex-chairman of Apex enterprise.

Age of twenty eight and has recently returned from abroad.

That is all it says.

Closing the page, I wipe off the cold sweat clouding on my forehead.

Just six days ago I was overwhelmed with joy that I have finally landed a well paying job....and now....

'Is he going to fire me too?'

No. That can't happen.

I already signed the contract.

Everything has been stamped and there is no going back.

I really need this job, no matter what I can't afford to lose it. It took so much just for me to pass the interview. I had to fight tooth and nail against almost forty other candidates and it was sure a hellish experience.

Grabbing my phone from the desk, I enter the work group chat and like expected the main topic was on the new chairman that popped up without notice.

It seems that while I was out running errands yesterday the new chairman Alexander dropped by the company.

From the chats exchanged by those who ran into him, it isn't that hard to guess that he will be alot to handle.

"Vicky. Mom said to come down for dinner." I hear Ana's voice from outside the door and I turn off the computer, swerving around I holler.

"I am coming."

I carelessly toss my phone on the bed, which bounce hard from the strength, almost falling off the bed and giving me a heart attack.

"I need to stop doing that." I scold myself in a low voice.

That's how the last one broke.

Walking out of the room, I hurry down the stairs, heading straight for the dinning room.

"What's for dinner?" I ask more as I circle around the dinning table to take my seat.

"Pasta. Did you have something you would have liked to eat?" She asked taking off her bunny apron.

"Pasta is good." I shake my head, kicking Ana who was on her phone from under the table.

"Ouch. Why did you do that?" Ana glares at me and I gesture at her plate.

"Eat."

She mutters a string of complaints under her breath but still picks up her fork obediently.

"Come on, no fighting." Mom childes, then asks. "How was your week? The both of you?"

I could already see that coming. It is an habit of her's to make sure to ask that every Sunday.

"I hate school." Ana says quite honesty. She is sixteen and in highschool.

The smartest in her class I must add. Still she hates school.

We all hated school. Until you graduate and realize that handling a job is way worse.

"Work was fine. Pretty much everybody was nice to me." I state.

Although the chairman, who is now the ex-chairman would scold me, the old man is still kind in heart.

But now-who knows what will happen?

I let out a deep sigh, drowning my sorrows with the taste of the delicious, spicy pasta.

After eating, I go back to my room and take a bath. Changing into my spongebob squarepants pyjamas. I have just rolled into the bed and about to dive into sleep when I notice I have a new message in my phone.

The message is from an unknown number which makes me hesitate a little.

Sitting up, I tap on it, three long lines on work coming into view.

This is Alexander, save the number.

Submit on my desk tomorrow, the project analysis for the past six months.

Quick and simple.

Doubting my eyes, I do a little eye rub before reading it again.

Alexander? Alexander the new chairman!

A project analysis for the past six months!!

Is he serious?

And he wants it the next morning?

I just started my work as an assistant six days ago, and haven't fully gotten through those, how am I supposed to do that all in one night. One night!!

should I text him and try to explain? I bite down on my bottom lips hesitantly. What if he thinks I am just making and excuse and that I am incompetent then actually fire me.

"Arrrrghhh." I kick my legs in the air in frustration, rolling off the bed weakly.

I guess I have no other choice that to get this done.

**********

The next morning.

I didn't sleep all night.

Was it a good idea? I don't know.

All I know Is that I managed to finish everything somehow.

Looking at the time that says that it's a little past five, I get off the desk and start to get ready for work.

I am hit with the scent of finely brewed coffee as I walk down the stairs.

Ana who is still dressed in her pyjamas matching mine is sprawled on the counter, half asleep.

Preharps hearing me walk in, she struggles to open her eyes, spouting. "I hate Mondays."

"You hate everything Annie." I point out, calling her by her nickname.

"I don't hate you." She pushes my coffee mug over to me. Filled with the type of coffee that I like. Extra sweet.

"Isn't it because I am too lovable?" I raise a brow teasingly.

She half-roll her eyes, standing up. "You stayed up all night?"

"You did too." From the thin wall separating us I could hear the sound of constant movement through out the night.

"I have a deadline to meet." She groans.

At the age of sixteen she was already trying to work hard to make money.

Although I prefer for her to live idly like a normal sixteen years old would, I know It can't be possible.

After all we owe a lot of debt and she was only trying to help with the little she can earn.

Seeing her pull out a mug, I frown. "What did I say about drinking coffee?"

Taking a sip, she gives me an assuring look. "It's not coffee. It's tea. Helps with psychological comfort." She recites.

As far as it is not coffee. She is too young to get a coffee addiction.

"Moms still asleep?" I ask, chugging down my whole cup.

Feeling my body liven up, I grab the apron hanging behind the door.

"Hmmm...she closed up pretty late last night and must be very tired." Ana says. "Want to make breakfast? I will help."

Mom owns a small restaurant some blocks away in which she manages by herself after dad passed away.

"Grab the bread." I accept her offer without a thought.

The both of us made some toast and I am about to head out when mom walks down the stairs.

"Morning mom." I greet.

"Good morning Vicky." She smiles at me, light wrinkles forming at the corner of her eyes. "I smell something delicious-"

"We made breakfast." Ana pokes her head out from the kitchen door. "Good morning mom!"

"Good morning honey. Sorry I slept in." Her fingers trails the shape of her nose guiltily.

"It's fine." I say, grabbing my bag. "I am heading out for work. Make sure Ana doesn't drag around and go late to school."

"Got it." Mom nods. "You remember to eat lunch and not starve yourself. Try to come back early, okay?"

"Yeah mom." Stepping out of the warm comfort of my home, I let out a sigh.

This is going to be a long day.