CHAPTER 2

Is his mom a black woman...or does he have black people in his family? He doesn't talk about his parents much and he doesn't like the beach and the outdoors much either, so why the naturally tanned skin? Half an hour later, I was already finished. I was a quick but assertive employee. I had to be because the boss hated it when his employees were skylarking on the job or persons not meeting his deadlines. My deadline was one p.m. I looked up at the wall clock; it showed fifteen minutes to one. Then Miss. Rhino barged out of his office and stormed passed me with a frown and unpleasant look on her face. I peeled myself off the chair and knocked on his office door afterwards. 'Come in Miss. Blackman," he spoke. His voice was the ‘Shawn Mendes' to my ears. I heaved a smile and walked into his office. 'Here are the papers you asked me to proofread. I've made the necessary changes and corrections for you. Before I leave for lunch, I would get Mr. Hoggers on the phone because I strongly believe he would request to speak to you." 'Mmmh. I've been thinking about something," he began, leaning back in his big leather chair and stared at me with those beautiful, grey, luminous orbs. I gulped my fear but his eyes were easy to read. One thing I had quickly learnt when I began working here, was that his eyes were a tell. I avoided trouble, getting mixed up with gossips and falling in with the wrong crowd. I couldn't afford to lose my job any time soon. It paid very well and my mom and my younger sister were depending on me. Mom had a lung failure condition. My younger sister was still in college and depended on me financially to put her through. It was just us living together at my apartment in the city. Recently, my mother's condition had gotten worse but with the medication and treatment I was managing to pay for, she always pulled through and felt better again. 'How would you like to be my personal assistant and I'll hire someone to fill your place?" I was dumbfounded for a moment. Me? As his personal assistant? I would be honoured. PA's had a higher salary than the basic secretary and I couldn't do both jobs forever so obviously I was going to pick the one with the higher income behind it. It wasn't just about the money though, I had the knowledge, skills and levels to be his Personal Assistant and that was what I had applied for at the very beginning but the position had already been filled, however since my resume was so impressive and captivating, Mr. Hollen didn't want me to work anyway else but Hollen Tower so he hired me as his secretary. I worked my tail off in high school and all throughout college. I hardly had time for boyfriends and dates and fun. My mom had the lung condition since the beginning of my high school year but it wasn't that bad back then as it was now. She managed to work and she supported me in every way a child needed support from their parent. I never knew my dad and mom never talked about him much, she would only mention him when I asked about him but as I grew older, I saw the pain in her eyes every time so I stopped when I understood what he had done. Bottom line, she was there for me so now it was my turn to be there for her. If I could make enough money, we could afford to get rid of her condition permanently. 'Thank you Mr. Hollen and I accept," I said to him as I beamed a bright smile. He nodded and gestured for me to leave his presence. He was a man of very few words, he only spoke to me when he was commanding and he hated repeating himself to people, even to his father and the women he dated. Don't get me started on those women he usually dated. He was always spotted with famous celebrities or they were frequently throwing themselves at him like prostitutes. The last one he dated, he dumped her because she was annoying and nagging and always popped up at his office without notice. He hated those things in a woman and whenever he was done with them, he sent them white roses. I don't get why he does it. Roses are nice flowers so wouldn't it just lead the women on even more? I took my purse and changed into my flats and went to lunch. I always changed my heels when I left the office. I hated heels, they hurt my feet so much but Hollen Tower had a dress code requirement one must abide by or else one would be out on their ass and searching for another job without recommendation or references from the company. As I walked out, Julia Starlet, a famous movie actress and the woman Mr. Hollen already dumped this morning, walked in. Evan's POV I stood up at my desk, ready to call my best friend Zack to meet up for lunch. We had been best friends since our high school days and all throughout the years at Harvard University where we both mastered in Business Administration and Management, Marketing, Accounts and Communication. The requirements for being and becoming CEO's. 'Hi darling," a voice greeted as I was walking to my private elevator. I turned around slowly, knowing who it was, and she immediately threw her arms around my neck and drew me in for a kiss.