Gwendolyn was different. There was no doubt about it.
She was told constantly by her friends that she had a body to die for.
She was sarcastic and was never one to entertain the circus. If she had something to say she would say it.
After being che...
His leg brushed against mine and I was pulled out of my thoughts.
Many curious eyes were watching me, waiting.
"Can you repeat the question?" I looked down at the table as I said this, giving them the impression that I had been listening.
Mr.Wells leaned towards me and whispered in my ear. "Your blouse."
I looked down at myself and discovered two buttons had been left undone, exposing a lot of cleavage. I hurridley fixed and one of the older representatives shook his head.
"This is why male assistants are better." He said. "They never try too hard and they're never desperate for attention."
This really offended me. This old bastard was implying something.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him.
"Figure it out, or maybe I should spell it out, I doubt your brain is as big as you think it is." He responded.
Mr.Wells placed a hand on my thigh and gave me a serious look, then he turned to the old guy. "We'll no longer be doing any trade business with you and/or your company. You are dismissed."
"Look what whores like you do to even one of the most feared men." He shook his head and started to pack up his briefcase.
I got up and walked around the table slowly and grabbed a water jug off of a side table.
"More water, sir." I asked and poured the entire over his head and into his briefcase.
He jumped out of his seat, shaking from anger and the cold water.
"It is very rude to call someone out of their name." I said and sat the pitcher on the table.
I turned away from him prepared to march from the room when rough hands grabbed my shoulders. "A measly assistant has no right to speak to such an important man that way."
I looked behind me at a guy who was most definetley younger thab the guy I had just doused with water but they looked similar.
Like father like son.
I heard Mr.Wells voice coming towards me. "There is no reason for you to have your hands on her."
"So you little shit I've got a question for you." I said. "How's your back?"
"What?" He barely had time to process the thought before I had shifted my weight and body slammed him against the floor.
"Keep your hands to yourself." I brushed off my shoulders and stepped over him, leaving the room.
I stormed back to my office and slammed the door behind me. Well I meant too.
But unfortunately it never touched the frame because Mr.Wells caught it and closed it quietly.
"Mr.Wells, your associates are assholes." I said flopping down on the couch.
"Xavier." He corrected. "And I'll have to ask you to refrain from using such language Gwendolyn. It's not lady like."
"I don't give three fucks and a damn. That guy, whatever he does for this company, can go blow himself. His son too." I said.
He laughed and sat next to me. "Even I can't hide the fact that they are assholes. Emmett Harvey and his sons have always thought they were the best."
We sat in silence for moments afterward, during which I calmed down just a little. "Make me feel better."
"I could kiss you again." He suggested and moved slightly closer to me.
He pulled me to his side and kissed my forehead.
"I have a question." I said. "What are we?"
He froze and looked at me.
"I know that, at work, we're assistant and CEO but what about every other time. Like now." I explained.
He thought for a second and said. "I don't know."
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Wazzup I'd just like to say that this is the face Gwendolyn made when Emmett Harvey called her a whore
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We've got to do better in the world today. That's it. I'm out Leah💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋
