Chapter 1
-Charlotte’s POV-
“Miss Anderson, what’s my schedule today?”
A deep husky voice surprised me. I looked up and saw Mr. Sanchez in front of my table, who stared me with his killer eyes.
“I don’t pay you for daydreaming in my office, Miss Anderson, and I need my coffee, NOW!”
I nodded and went to the pantry. Quickly, I put three teaspoon of coffee and one teaspoon of sugar, and gently pour hot water into it. As I walk to Mr. Sanchez’s office, I saw him stood in front of the huge window, stare at the beautiful New York City.
“Are you okay, Sir?” I asked Mr. Sanchez while I put that coffee above his table.
“I’m okay, I just.. umh, I’m fine. Wait, why am I supposed to answer your question?”
“Ehm,” I cleared my throat. “At 1 pm, you have a meeting to attend at Four Seasons Hotel, and after that, you’re free.”
Mr. Sanchez a.k.a Morgan raised his eyebrow, looked confused. I bit my lip, trying to look confused as well.
“Are you sure, my schedule is just that?” Morgan asked me with a little smirk.
“Yeah, just that, for today.”
“Very well, and why you still here?”
“Sorry?”
“Oh, I mean, why the hell are you still here? Get out!” As always, he snapped me.
“Should I accompany you for today’s meeting?”
“What is your job?” He asked me back, made me really confused.
“I’m your personal assistant, Sir.”
“Then you know my answer, dummy. How can I be function without you?”
“Well, I didn’t know you-”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I mean, I need you to write the whole things later, and don’t forget to eat before we go,” Morgan reminded me while I take a file of yesterday’s meeting.
“Are you sick?” Shit, what did I say? It just..
“Excuse me?" Morgan cut my thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Sir. Well, if you'll excuse me, I will check this file and if you need me, my office is right in front of you or you can push that button just right beside you." While I'm talked, I step back and went into my desk quickly, ignored him, who yelled behind me.
