As a celebrity's personal assistant, your job is to pull strings for him so his life is easier and better. But when he starts doing the same for you, heartstrings also get involved, and life gets a lot better than you anticipated...
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I hear my alarm repeatedly playing as I slowly awake. The faint rays of young sunshine at 5am in a late spring morning light up my room dimly as they pour in from the window. I turn off my alarm and stretch, sitting up on the bed.
I follow my morning routine, and everyday before I leave the house I need to take a deep breath, so I don't start the day breathless.
I need a slither of control over myself.
So here I am, in my work clothes, tamed hair, bag over my shoulder and work phone in hand, standing in front of my door.
I close my eyes.
In.
Out.
As the exhale leaves my mouth, my eyes slowly open, and my hand clasps the handle, opening the door as I step outside.
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I step into the sidewalk, walking to my car as I whip out my car keys. I get inside and check my work phone for notifications that I might've missed. None. Good. I start the car engine and drive off into my street, bathed in the peaceful early morning, most people haven't even woken up yet here. I put on my music, and I start what for me is just another morning, followed by many other to come. And I like to start them in a good mood.
Unbelievable - EMF
As I drive into where the life happens in LA, I make my way to the coffee shop I always go to. I park nearby and I get in the line. I check the time just in case I need to speed up, but thankfully I'm fine. When I get up to the counter, the usual barista is there, and she greets me with the usual smile. I order his coffee, the order rolling out of my tongue like butter at this point.
I pay and move to the side to keep the line going. I look around as I wait for Ryan's coffee, and everytime I exchange glances, she smiles sweetly at me. After a while she hands me the coffee and I thank her. Once i have it in my grip, I turn and walk out of the coffee shop and towards my car. It's a relatively long drive to work, but I managed my time so it could all fit easily in my routine, and with some time to spare for emergencies, extra tasks like yesterday's suits, and when those don't happen, a peaceful drive.
Soon enough, I get there, and I park somewhere close to the entrance. I walk out of my car, Ryan's coffee in hand, walking up to the door and walking inside. After walking through rooms and doors, just like everyday, i get to the set. People greet me, and as soon as I see the producer, I catch her eye from her peripheral.
She shoots her stare at me.
"Y/N! You are needed in his dressing room. Urgently."
Urgent, my common state. This isn't new.
"Oh? Okay, thank you." I take my sharp turns to his dressing room in a fast pace, and when I arrive to the door with his name on it, I knock.
"Come in! Come in!" I hear the voice of the other head of the clothing department. No, not Miranda. That's the nice one.
I push open the door and see Denise taking a deep blue blazer off of Ryan's shoulders, which I recognize as one of the suits I brought in yesterday. Her posture makes her not only look older (when she is around my age), but also like a sewer rat, all she had to do now was squeak and sniff around. As I enter the room, Ryan looks over at me and smiles kindly. Denise pierces me with her insane, wide, bright green eyes.
"Finally!" She exclaims.
Funny, I got here right on time, Denise, if not earlier, Denise.
"I was told I was needed here? Urgently?" I speak calmly to her, but her attitude doesn't change.
"We were doing a quick fitting with the new wardrobe addition for the next scene we are filming–"
"That I brought in yesterday, yes." I nod as to aknowledge a checkpoint in her angry ramble.
"But the blue one's jacket a size bellow! We cannot tailor this, you're gonna go to the store and ask to exchange it and you're gonna bring the right size this time. And fast! We need it for the next scene!" She agressively folded the blazer in her hands.
"Yes, I understand it's an emergency." I nod again, slowly learning how to deal with her arrogance, even though what she's scolding me about isn't really my problem.
"I'm just gonna find the bag and the receipt, then you'll be on your way..." Her voice fades out as she scurries on the floor and into closet doors like the little rat she is.
Her entire act is blurred out of my vision when a soft male voice speaks to me.
"Hi." I look over at Ryan, who is smiling kindly down at me, looking at me with his sapphire eyes.
To contrast his blue gaze, my cheeks probably are turning a bright red. I smile in a giddy manner as I melt for his soft greeting.
"Hey..."
"Good morning, how are you?" He keeps smiling.
"Oh, you know.. I'm fine, same old, same old."
"Yeah?" He raises his brows, amused. I might use that answer quite a lot.
"Hm." I try my best not to kick my feet at the sight of him. Sometimes I just turn into a teenager again when I'm with him.
"Is that my coffee?" He points to the coffee in my hand, glancing at it.
"Oh! Right, yes, sorry." I hand him the coffee carefully, even though it's not as hot anymore.
"Thank you, it's okay." He holds the cup in his hands "No coffee stained shirt today?"
I giggle at his remark "Not today, no."
As soon as the last word of my sentence leaves my lips, Denise shoves a paper bag into my hands.
"There, off you go. There's the jacket and the receipt. Go, go, go!" She tried to rush me.
"I'll see you later, okay?" Ryan chuckled as I clutched onto the paper straps and stepped back, ready to head towards the door.
I smile and nod.
"Yeah, see you later."
Denise throws a final hiss my way, gesturing for me to go away in a shooing way. I turn to the door and head out, shaking myself back into reality, and into a professional and efficient state of mind.
I really got the hang of this personal assistant thing.
