The first day

Files. Files. Files.

The files were piled up like a mountain as if it was 4 years worth of unattended work. I was seated in my brand new office; a comfortable place of black and white colours, neatly furnished and well ventilated with my window overlooking the beautiful city, but my mind was far from the view behind me or the office I was in. It was fixed on unfinished paperwork, unsorted files, untouched feedback and all sorts of things that could give me enough migraine to last a decade.

I kept groaning every 3 minutes as I remembered Damien Jaeger's words, "I want those files gone through and submitted on my desk by 10 a.m this Thursday."

It was sheer madness but I was a workaholic. There wasn't a thing I couldn't get done. 4 years at StancInk was proof of my efficiency- but how wrong I was. Being Damien Jaeger's personal assistant seemed as if it was going to be more difficult than leading an entire marketing divisions team in StancInk.

A knock came from the door.

"Who is it?" I asked and someone pushed open the door.

"Rachael."

"Hello, miss Shapman." She greeted.

"What brings you here?"

She hesitated for a while, "Well, It's actually lunchtime." "I was wondering if we could go get something to eat together."

"Maybe a latte or some burgers or something." She added and shyly rubbed the nape of her neck, "That is if you don't mind of course."

I smiled at her kindness, "I would have loved that Rachael." "But I've got loads of work to do...as you can see."

Her eyes traced the mountain of files in front of me and she nodded in understanding, "It's okay."

"I'll see you around then." She said and closed the door and I smiled before going back to work.

My stomach grumbled and I tried to ignore it but it must have heard me because it made such a fuss that I was sure there was an earthquake happening in there.

"Can you be patient so that I can get these files sorted out? Thursday's not so far away." I said, rubbing my stomach like it was a child.

Another knock on the door interrupted my imbecility. I quickly dropped my hand as if I'd just been caught and adjusted in my chair, "Come in."

A guy walked in; dressed in a suit with a lanky physique and dirty blonde hair. He had a friendly, handsome face and as he drew closer, I noticed a division under his chin. I hadn't noticed he was holding a tray of food in his hands.

"For you, miss." He said and dropped the tray beside the mountain of files. There was a bottle of cola, a wrapped up burger and some fries, "Trying to meet a deadline, huh?"

"What?"

"I meant the files." He said and laughed lightly, "I'm Ken by the way. I work with the marketing department."

I secretly envied his position, "I would have loved to work there….but here I am." I sighed, pointing to my work.

"Hey, being a personal assistant to Damien Jaeger is a privilege only a few have access to." He teased me.

"And to remain one too." He added under his breath but we both knew that it was loud enough and I had heard it, "Well, I'll leave you to work Mrs...miss…"

"Mélie Shapman." I said and he smiled.

"I'll take my leave then miss Mélie Shapman." He said and walked out of the office.

I felt hungrier than ever staring at the tray of fast-food on the table and I instantly abandoned the files and started unwrapping the burger. A bite from the burger sent an explosion of juiciness in my mouth and I moaned in delight.

Who sent them? I asked myself after a few bites of the juicy burger. Ken and I have never met before so he couldn't have known that I was skipping my lunch break for work. No one else knew but Rachael.

"Thank you, Rachael!" I said aloud, taking another bite from my burger and pushing it down with some cola. It was so thoughtful of her to send my lunch. Rachael was really going the extra way to be nice to me. It was obvious that she was still feeling bad for treating me poorly yesterday.
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"Mélie, what are you still doing here?"

"What?"

It was Rachael. She was repeatedly tapping me on the shoulder in an effort to get my attention, "The security's closing up and I remember I didn't see you pass."

I cleaned my eyes of sleep and looked at the clock. The time reading 5:54 brought me back to my senses and I leapt to my feet, "When are we supposed to close?"

"5 pm." She replied and I gasped. I had fallen asleep while working.

"Why didn't he tell me??!" I whined in frustration and fingered my thick curly hair.

Rachael looked lost, "Who's 'He'?"

"Never mind." I said, shoving files into my handbag. I grabbed the company laptop and shoved it into my bag. I have to get my flash since I already have a laptop I can work with from home.

"Thank you very much Rachael." I said, stomping out of the elevator before she did, "And thanks for the free lunch."

"What are you talking about?" I heard her say but I hadn't any time to reply as I rushed out of the company building.

What was I even doing? I asked myself and immediately stopped in my steps. It was going to be impossible getting back home in a cab.

I was already grunting in frustration when I sighted a familiar car sitting peacefully in the parking lot, "Damien Jaeger's car?!" I shrieked and rushed to it.

"Good evening, madam." The driver greeted, swinging the door open for me. Damien Jaeger was, however, not sitting inside the car.

"Did you drop Damien Jaeger off at home?"

"Sir requested another car and asked me to stay behind madam." The driver responded.

I blinked repeatedly, "Alright." I said and got into the car. 'That is very nice of him.' I thought as my lips curled into a smile.