Hooked Up

As the alarm went off, I struggled to get out of bed.

"Arrgh," I groaned as I checked the time. It's still 6 o'clock. Well, I have to be at work by 7:30 am. I walked into the bathroom to do my business. After I was done, I went to check on my sister. She's not a morning person.

"Lily! Lily!!"

"Please keep it down, some of us are trying to sleep here," she said.

"Well, I have work to do, ma'am, so I suggest you walk into that bathroom and get ready."

I walked into my closet and brought out a blue skirt that hugged my curves and a white shirt. I tied my hair into a ponytail and wore my flats.

"Lily!! Lily!!" I called out again.

"Lily of the valley!!" I saw her peep from her room.

"Don’t you dare call me that," she glared at me.

"Please get ready, my sweet, sweet sister. I don’t want to be late."

Wait!!

I haven't introduced myself. My name is Emily Cole. I'm 22 years old. I currently stay in New York. I'm from Seattle and my sister stays with me. Her name is Lilian, she's 17 years old. My parents stay in Seattle. I'm a "mummy's girl" while my sister is Daddy's princess. I'm 5'4" "curvaliciously" curvy. Well, I have curves in the right places. Oh yeah, I am beautiful; my family says that a lot. I'm a brunette with long, flowing hair.

"Emily, stop talking to yourself and let's get going," I heard Lily say.

I grabbed my bag and headed out. I kissed her goodbye as we went our different places. I took a taxi to my workplace. I work at Richardson's Enterprise, one of the biggest companies in New York.

"Ma'am, we are here," I got out and paid the taxi as I went in.

"Good morning, George," I greeted the security.

"Good morning, Ms. Cole."

I walked in and went to my space (LOL). It's actually my office. I work with Mr. Brandon as his assistant. I haven't seen the boss boss before, but I haven't missed the rumors in the office. I got settled to work on the files I have but decided to get coffee. I walked into the kitchen to get coffee.

"Milllyy," I heard as I turned back.

"Oh my God, Susan, you almost gave me a heart attack," I told her.

"Oh, stop whining. Have you heard the latest news?" she said with so much excitement.

I rolled my eyes, "What is the latest news, ma'am?" I asked sarcastically.

"Well, Damien and Angela broke up."

"Uh-uh, who are Damien and Angela?" I asked.

"God, Milly, you're such a lady. Well, Damien is your boss while Angela is the model he went out with three days back."

"And you're telling me this because...?"

"Suzzy, I have loads of work waiting for me."

"I'll talk to you later," I said as I walked away with my coffee.

As I walked back to my office to complete the work given to me by Mr. Brandon, I heard some noise and peeped out to see the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. I could tell he was angry, but even at that, he was beautiful.

With his black hair, chiseled jaw, full brows, light brown eyes, perfectly structured nose, and let's not get started on the lips. He is the definition of perfection.

He was about 6'3" tall. I could see his perfect abs as his white shirt clung to them for dear life (this man is sexy to the core).

Lucky shirt, I thought to myself.

He looked toward my direction and beckoned me to come with his fingers.

I gently and quietly walked toward him.

"Who do you work for?" he asked.

"I work for Mr. Brandon as his secretary, sir," I said.

"Okay, you should do. Grab your things and follow me; you'll be my new P.A.," he said.

I was shocked. I'll be the P.A. to this outrageously handsome man? I'll gladly take it, but who is he?

I snapped out of my thoughts to see Mr. Brandon stuttering beside this man.

"Y-e-ss, Mr. Richardson."

Wait, what!!!

This is Damien Richardson, I screamed in my head.

Oh my ice cream, I am going to be the P.A. to this insanely gorgeous man.

I hurriedly grabbed my things and followed him like a lost puppy.

Getting to his floor.

"Ann!" he called out.

"Show Miss..." he looked at me for my name.

"Emily Cole," I said to him.

"Show Miss Cole to her office and brief her on her responsibilities," he said to her and turned to me. "When you're done, see me in my office," and he left.

I can outrightly say "Ann" doesn't like me for reasons best known to her. I was shown my office and told my responsibilities. After I was done, I knocked on Mr. Handsome's office. I heard a faint "Come in." Everything in there was speaking money, money.

Mr. Richardson was sitting at his desk, working on his computer already, not even bothering to look up. I walked toward him and placed the cup of coffee on his desk, and he looked up at me.

He takes a sip of the coffee and said, "Take these files and work on them, place a call through to Russet Industries and get the date for the meeting. I also need you to send roses to Angela Newman. Ask Ann for the details," dismissing me with a wave.