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The Assistant


*****THIS IS NOT THE FULL STORY. THE ASSISTANT HAS BEEN PUBLISHED. This is just a draft version that ends at chapter 19. That being said, I hope you enjoy it :)*****

Prologue –

He was tall.

About 6’1’’, towering over my 5’6’’ height and making me feel shorter than I usually did.

I watched as another female walked out of his office, looking flustered and flushed in embarrassment as she readjusted her business skirt.

“Ms Johnson?” An old lady wearing a pink plaid jacket called out, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose as she scanned the waiting area.

I stood up at the sound of my surname and greeted her with a nervous nod and a smile that turned out like a grimace. “This way please.” The lady said, escorting me into the office that nine other girls had previously entered before me.

I clutched onto the folder that contained my skills and qualifications tightly; I had worked all week to perfect it – just for this job.

“Thank you.” I muttered as she gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before exiting the room quietly and shutting the door behind her with a soft ‘thud’.

I let out a nervous sigh before turning around to meet the man I’d seen all over billboards, the internet and magazines for the first time in person.

“Name.” He stated, a deep British accent lacing his blunt word.

I cleared my throat and wiped my sweaty palms on my grey pencil skirt. “Hello. My name is Emily Johnson.” I said, smiling nervously at the authority figure that was seated in a large leather chair behind a desk that almost took up the entire length of his office, and was made of dark polished marble.

He didn’t glance in my direction as I walked forward and placed my resume on his desk with shaky hands.

“Take a seat.” He muttered, still staring intently at his computer screen.

I nodded, even though I knew he wasn’t going to be paying attention to the gesture. “Thank you.” I took a seat in one of the navy coloured leather chairs that were placed in front of his desk, and gripped the arm of the chair with such force that I watched my knuckles turn white.

A few silent moments passed before his hazel green eyes flickered in my direction briefly, and then did a double take.

I felt my eyes widen slightly and I visibly swallowed from nervousness. Was I not wearing the correct clothing? Did he recognise me from somewhere? The nerves creating the knot in my stomach became stronger, and I felt the knot begin to expand.

“Ms Johnson, was it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as his gaze slowly scanned my attire before coming back to meet my eyes.

I gulped and nodded, causing him to smirk and get out of his seat.

“I- I have a resume…” I trailed off; pointing at the folder I had so painstakingly spent days on. He wasn’t paying attention to that. instead, he walked over to where I was sitting; until he stood directly in front of me.

“Get up.” His tone was commanding, and I felt my body jerk out of the seat before my brain could process what was happening.

Looking at him in closer now, I saw that the magazines and pictures I had seen him in did not do him justice.

Who was he, exactly? He was Adrian Kingston, 25-year-old-billionare-playboy who owns Kingston Corp. The company his father spent 23 years trying to succeed with; and now has over 350 hotels and offices in New York City alone. I knew this because I had done my research before arriving to this job interview – to become his assistant in the Head Office of the Cooperation.

He suddenly moved closer, so close, that I could smell the mixture of cologne and aftershave he was wearing and was able to identify dimple marks in his cheeks while he smirked down at me and thick lashes that surrounded his eyes. “What do you think of me, Ms Johnson?” He asked, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me towards his solid torso.

My eyes widened in shock as I felt my cheeks begin to turn scarlet. “I- I don’t really know you well enough to answer that, s-sir.” I stuttered, inching my face back to put some distance between our close proximity.

Adrian ignored my attempt to move away, and leaned in so that his lips were near my ear. “Do I make you feel nervous?” He whispered, nibbling at my earlobe as I felt my throat go dry.

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The Assistant


Amber Heardas Emily Johnson
Theodore James as Adrian Kingston
Ashley Benson as Amy Hale
Dave Francoas Allen Graham
James Spaderas David Walter

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