She moved to the other end of the elevator as the unfathomably good-looking man entered, Their eyes met for a brief second as he intently gazed hers then he courtesied briefly—with a slight bow and she nodded in response, mouthing a good day ever so lightly. Her voice was nowhere to be found.
Still shocked from meeting someone who looked as perfect as he did, Maria stole glances from time to time as the elevator moved downwards. He was the most perfect person she had ever seen. He sighed repeatedly with his balled fists, like he was tired or frustrated—well he looked it. Maria had never seen a person who looked good even when he was unkempt.
His tie hung loosely around his crooked collar, they dangled with unequal tips at every slight movement. He heaved another sigh and Maria's knees felt weak. His sighs made her wonder what sounds he'd make if she laid clothless in between his legs and he pressed her against the bed, or a sofa, whatever he wanted, their hot bodies merging under a dim light of a warm bedroom. She nodded abruptly —cautious of the god she was in an elevator with but also trying to shake those thoughts away.She shook her head like the thoughts were flies perching around it, reminding herself why she was here. A little fun won't hurt though and it was okay to be attracted to a person, she justified.
"Sean? I can't seem to find Higgins, did he run off again," he said with his phone to his ear to the person on the receiving end. His deep voice filled Maria's ears and swallowed all of her thoughts—and the decency she had left. He paced the elevator, leaving only the corner Maria stood, clutching her purse tighter, untouched.He pressed his lips together and his brows furrowed before he said again. "I left him at BEYOND's for the script reading, he's insistent on getting one by today or the Calvary's advertisement won't happen today."
Sean? Then Higgins. It had to be the two people she had just met, there wasn't such a perfect coincidence.
"I know but you manage him after all-" his sentence cut was by the person he spoke it, and then another sigh escaped his lips, this one of relief—very different from the ones from before.
"Thank you, I'd speak to Ann and meet her right now." He finalised.
The elevator arrived at the ground floor and he rushed out, Maria followed—it took all her willpower not to ask for his contract information—heading to the counter where the receptionist was. He was there too, asking questions that were inaudible to Maria.
"Hi, I'm Maria Gracia and I was asked to wait here by Mr Sean," she stated to the lady who wore a polite smile and ushered her to a seat a distance away from the counter.
"Miss Maria Gracia?" Someone called
from behind and she turned. To her utmost surprise, it was the same person who she'd made the subject of her unholy thoughts. She felt her cheek go hot."Hello, how may I help you?" She maintained as she outstretched her right hand for a shake.
He shook her and continued, "I'm Harry, Jones Jackson's manager. Mr Sean told me I'd find you here."
"Oh," Maria exclaimed as she put two and two together in her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you, uh... I guess you must have a lot to ask me so, fire on," she said confidently with a small laugh.
He smiled in response to her utterance. "Actually no, I trust Sean's intuition so let's just get on to work. Have you ever done anything like this before, Miss Gracia?"
"Maria, you can just call me Maria," she quickly responded. The first step to having a friendly relationship with someone you may or may not want to get down with is making them comfortable around you, which includes eradicating any form of barriers, hierarchy or work gaps. "No, I haven't. But I am pretty confident that I'd do a great job."
"Oh, that's beautiful," he smiled." Sometimes it's not how efficient or calculative you are. It's really just about pleasing the ones you work with."
"Try me," she responded with a smirk and he chuckled.
"Come with me, Miss- Maria, I'd fill you in on the necessary information on our way, you're about to meet Jones Jackson, the great," he joked, making spectator's noise with his mouth. Maria thought that was cute.
Was everyone in the USA this friendly or she's just super, extraordinarily lucky?
She walked with him to the garage and watched him open his SUV with its remote control. She was about to get in when he jogged to the front seat and opened the door for her.
More bewildered than appreciative, her wide open eyes just stared at him who had a smile plastered on his godly face.
"Sorry, a force of habit," he said. "I do this with almost everyone."
"Oh, thank you. So you do this for Mr Jones as a manager?"
He let out a short laugh. "Oh trust me, you'd be doing more than I am."
He got in and drove. The silence was stinging but the view didn't call for an objection. She enjoyed it, looking around at the places she had only seen from a screen. Now she was there—in person, feeling the cold wind on her face and breathing on the soil of the USA. It seemed like a dream—a dream come true.
"So Miss Gra- sorry, Maria, What do you like to do for fun?" He asked from the driver's seat.
For fun? Is this some sort of twisted interview thing or was he just trying to spring up a conversation? Maria thought and she chose to believe the latter.
"I like to watch movies and pig out on my free time." She watched the skin around his eyes wrinkle as his lips curved into a smile. "What about you?"
"Hm, I think I like to imagine what my life would be if I were a cat," he stated simply. Maria was amused.
"Do you like cats?" She asked."I love every animal, except a few that seem like a potential threat and terrifies me. Ostriches, for example, they terrify me," he chuckled and Maria did the same. "But I've taken a liking to cats, they are so adorable."
"I'm terrified of all animals, they seem like they could switch up and choose to devour me anytime."
"Now that's funny 'cause they actually could, but they don't. You just have to trust that." He responded, looking at her from the mirror.
"Hopefully, I'd do that. Where exactly are we headed? I'm new here and I like to take note of the places I've been," she asked politely."Oh, you're new here? That's adorable, I could show you around if you want!"
That was it for Maria, she was getting this man on her bed.He continued. "we're headed to BEYOND, the agency that manages Natasha... This is fifth and Ruby's."
"Natasha? The Natasha?!" She exclaimed."Yes, you'd meet her if she's available," he commented, clearly pleased.
"Oh, I'd love to," she blurted. This was the best thing that had ever happened in her entire life. Does this mean she could meet more of these celebrities if she took the job? Then that she shall. She would take this job and work her very best.He pulled into the driveway after showing his card to the security officers, he parked and Maria got out immediately—because she didn't want him rushing to open the door for her, and excitedly—because she couldn't wait to meet Natasha. Oh, and her to-be Boss, she added in her mind.
"Come with me," he walked to the swivelling door, and she followed with her mouth hanging open in front of the building. She stopped counting the storeys when her eyes won't go farther than the ninth, and it contained about twenty more, or more.
Exquisite couldn't well describe what the inside of the building looked like, her observation was cut short when she met the eyes of someone who waved in her direction. He had a face cap and a mask on, like the same person who had gotten into her cab unexpectedly the day before. The physique was the same.
He waved again, and even as confused as she was, she waved back. Her hands dropped after she saw Harry wave to the same person.
She bite her lower lips, regretting the stupid thing she had done.Harry walked to the person and she did too."Hey, I didn't know you'd finish so early, how are you?" Harry asked the man who lowered his nose mask, then Maria realised it.
That mole, she knew she had seen it somewhere, the person who got into her cab was Jones Jackson and there he sat, at a distance away from her."You!"
"You!"They blurted at the same time, leaving Harry confused to the core."Have you guys met before?" Harry asked and Maria instantly regretted addressing him that way. It could have sounded rude, and termination in this contract was the only thing she wanted to avoid.
"No, it's nothing," Jackson quickly intercepted. "Who's she?" He turned to Harry now.
"Meet Miss Maria Gracia, your new PA," Harry said.
"What?" Jackson's exclamation rippled through the quietness of their surroundings. "Not this one, I don't want her."
Hiiiii! So, what do you think of Harry so far!? I'm being biased since he's my favourite character, hehe. Have fun reading, thanks for your support! UwU.
"Not this one, I don't want her."Maria thought she heard wrong but apparently, she didn't. He had rejected her. "Why don't you want her?" Harry asked the same question that was on her mind. This was preposterous, how could he immediately reject her without knowing how much help she could be to him? She maintained her cool, disregarding the burning sensation she felt in her stomach and her throat, her anger wasn't something she controlled well everytime, but now had to be one of the good times she stayed in control. "Just because," Jackson bit his nails and spat out, making Maria's soon established detest for him grow even more. "Just because? I need a reasonable explanation," Harry demanded, with a hint of tiredness in his voice but Jackson didn't bulge till his phone beeped and he looked at it, his expression changing into something even more displeasing. "Oh god, this woman!" He yelled, bringing his voice lower like he had just realized where he was. "you kno
He chuckled before dropping his phone on the table after he sent the text, his pride was still hurt and now was the time he could show her who was boss—he obvious was. His phone vibrated again and he rushed to it only to find a text from his mum, informing him of the arrival of another gift.He groaned before dialing her number but his numerous calls were ignored, she probably already knew the reason he was calling. Jackson took off his shirt and flung it on the sofa, glancing at his wrist watch and mentally calculating the time of her arrival. "She should be able to navigate, find her way to cafe dium by 9:10 and get here by 9:15," he said to himself then remembered her conversation with Harry earlier about her not knowing her way around. He estimated her time of arrival to be 9:30 pm, after that he had other frustrating plans in mind—not for himself, for her.How the hell did she deem fit to equal him to a criminal? That was absurd.Another text came in. Your gift should ar
Maria angrily made the third cup of coffee for her boss whom she so desired to smack across the face. If this was her only path to success, then she had to put up with his ill-treatment. "But why?" She soliloquized, "why is he taking out his anger on me just because I walked in on him and his lover?" She had apologized, so why was he being unnecessarily mean? The electric kettle beeped, snapping her out of her thoughts and she poured its content into the teacup, making sure it was the perfect amount, she didn't want to come back into this kitchen. His kitchen alone could house seven people, filled with expensive utensils—half of which she had no idea how to use or had never seen. Is this what it felt like to be insanely rich? She thought, carrying the coffee into the tray and heading out of the plush kitchen. She was stunned by the presence of another gorgeous lady who stood akimbo in front of her boss.Oh great, he was a casanova too, she concluded internally. Her con
The thin velvet curtains and its glass window frames didn't do much to keep the sunlight from ruining the utter coziness Maria felt, wrapped deep into her blanket. In an instant, she sprung up, 6:40 am, the time said and she could feel all frustration wash over her. She was going to be tardy on her first day!She rolled off the bed— still wrapped in the blanket, crawling her way into the bathroom with wild tangled hair that covered most of her face. It wasn't up to two minutes and she was done bathing, her clothes had been ironed before being folded into the suitcase, she had no issue with that, thankfully. She picked out a white peplum and a red pleated skirt to match, pairing them with silky black stiletto heels. Was this too official or too much? She asked but immediately disregarded it, now wasn't the time to feel pretty.With her air into a ponytail and a touch of colorless lipgloss, she was good to go. Perfect even. 6:57 am, alright, now she just needed to run. Her ponyta
"Jackson," Natasha excitedly called out again holding the edge of her long silver dress and throwing her arms around his neck. Her hug wasn't appreciated, and neither was it reciprocated. She was really excited to see Jackson, didn't they recently go for a script reading together? Natasha's eyes moved to Maria, who stood beaming like a kid before an ice cream kiosk. Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body."I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face
"My boss is gay." She bit her lips after the despicable sentence exited her mouth. She just added petrol to a blazing fire. Would this help Natasha realize that Jackson didn't like her? Or what if he did and she just ruined their chances of being together? Either way, what was done was done. "Jackson is gay!?" Natasha's eyes grew unbelievably wide before returning to their initial size, a hint of red spread across them in an instant making bumps rise on Maria's skin. "Oh, that's why. It's all coming back together now. I see why he never looked at me the way I wanted or even noticed me as well as I want him to," Her hand roughly ran through her blonde hair as she talked, then she paced the corridor. "So that's why. He simply didn't like girls. Jackson doesn't like girls, I'm not the problem, he just doesn't like girls." "Heh... Well, you see people's sexuality is fully up to them, I don't think it's very appropriate to talk about it this way," Maria said, it was equivalent
"Jackson, you home?!" Harry's voice rang loudly and sent his eyes prying open. He jolted awake, but his body still very limp. The last thing he remembered was being at the anniversary party and now...he glanced around, he was in his bedroom, close to something really warm. He wiped the sleep off his face and opened his eyes wider, something was under these sheets, apart from him. It wriggled and exited soft moans. He pushed the sheet a little lower, it revealed Maria, his PA sound asleep as her face meets his chest.His bare open chest! He sprung up immediately and she opened her eyes too, the movement of the bed must have waked her.How on earth did he end up on this bed with his PA? He disregarded the question when Harry's deep-voiced words percolated through again, startling her more than he did him. He watched as she hurriedly sought composure, pushing down her hair and wiping her sleepy face, she definitely knew what happened."What? How?? You-" those were the words he could mak
Just one day of having Maria as his PA and articles like this already flew around, it wasn't unexpected in his line of profession, the only bewildering question was when she had time to draw such a conclusion. He drew down his curtains and closed the windows shut. It was raining outside, and the pitter-patter sound of the rain against his window made his head ache. Could it be a lie? Just another make-believe of low-budget journalists? The article spread like wildfire and was begging to get more response and attention than he expected. They've even had time to dig up pictures of him refusing to shake or hug ladies over the last decade, it was common courtesy for him, but instead, it added to their unreasonable conclusions. He kicked his flip-flops off, and jumping on his king-sized bed, he was swallowed by the velvet sheets, just as he loved it. Void of any disturbance, the thoughts in his head were the only thing he needed to curb—if they could be. He couldn't wait for Maria'