Third Person’s P.O.VBeing someone’s personal assistant was proving to be harder than what Miranda had initially thought. She had thought it would be about fetching coffee for her boss, which she had done twice already, answering mails, delivering paperwork and other trivial errands, but it was proving to be one hell of a nightmare.Penelope had gotten her acquainted with the whole building in under thirty minutes; all thirty floors of them. There were so many people, many titles, and many positions she had to know but thinking about it just gave her a headache. It was all very overwhelming, and by the time it was lunchtime she was just about ready to quit. It was only her first day and she felt like she’d been working there for a millennium.Taking a seat on the chair placed next to Penelope’s desk, she laid her head down in exhaustion. “I had no idea that there would be this much to do,” she groaned tiredly.Penelope chuckled and opened her laptop. “Sweety, this is nothing. I kind o
Third Person’s P.O.VBy the time Miranda caught up to Davien, he was already in his office about to grab a folder from his desk. The distance from the elevator to the office was short, but Miranda was heaving like she had just ran a marathon. It was mostly because his cryptic words to her in the elevator had left her out of breath and flustered. She wanted to ask him what he meant by ‘you’re more than just my PA’ but once she entered the room, he went back into full boss mode. “I’m sure Penelope briefed you on what the upcoming meeting is about. A jewellery company has enlisted us to do their brand marketing, advertisements etc. It’s new to the states, and they’re hoping we will be able to bring them into the picture. Normally, I don’t handle such small accounts but due to the incompetence of your husband, I’ve taken it up and we’ve made much progress. Now, what I need you to do in the meantime is get the meeting room ready with the help of Ms. Willis and come get me when the clients
Miranda’s P.O.VAs the clock struck seven, I had completed all my assigned tasks for the day. Granted, they weren’t very many of them, but I was as tired as a lumberjack having spent majority of the day running up and down, attended my first meeting and then got to reading the folder that Penelope had giving me, plus getting the hang of responding to emails. At this hour, I bet almost everyone had already left about an hour ago. I powered off the computer, put everything in order before I collected my belongings and exited Penelope’s-well, my office. Although she’d spent majority of the day helping me navigate through the company and this job I’d been newly assigned, she had said that she’d be quite scarce from now onwards. She would be preparing for Davien’s official inauguration and the dinner party to follow, which she said she’d come to me when she needs an extra set of hands. Once in the hallway, I was heading towards Davien’s office with my head directed towards my phone when
Miranda’s P.O.VToday, I was particularly nervous for two reasons. The first was that Donovan had informed me that the divorce papers would be delivered to Michael today, and the second reason was that I’d had very awkward encounters with Davien yesterday, in which there was this intimate tension between us that we hadn’t addressed yet. And because of this, I didn’t know how to act around him; I was walking on eggshells here and it seemed he was doing the same.I woke up, got dressed in a royal blue long sleeved dress that ended mid-thigh, along with cream coloured Miu Miu heels. Some time I’d have to get my belongings from Michael’s house- because let’s face it, it will never be mine and if he wanted it, then he could damn well have it. I’d suffered much in that cursed house, that I didn’t even want to go near it. The way he verbally, physically, and sexually assaulted me…don’t think about it, Miranda. Downstairs, Davien was by the stove preparing breakfast in his three-piece navy-b
Miranda’s P.O.V“Are you sure that there’s no way for us to come to the party? I really want to get dressed up and mingle with the rich, even just for one night,” Angela huffed as she swirled the spaghetti in her plate with her fork. She, Jeremy, and I were once again in the canteen having lunch, and it was my third day at work.“Invitations were sent to the individuals on the guest list; thus, I cannot add anyone on it since they have already gone out and we’ve received RSVPs. I really wish I could get you guys in,” I explained and took a sip of my iced latte.Jeremy’s lips curled in derision. “It’s probably for the best. I would hate to be around those types of people for long, plus attending a party hosted by the boss. No thanks, I’d rather go to the bar and look for some chick to hook up with, thank you very much,” he sniffed righteously with a sly grin. Angela glared at him and almost threw a slice of cucumber at him.I glanced at my phone and saw that it was already one forty-fi
Third Person’s P.O.VThe day of Davien’s inauguration had arrived, and pretty much everyone around him was in a frenzy; except for him. He was as cool as a cucumber as he thought of it as not a big deal; for him it was just like any other day, save for the huge press conference and evening party to follow. In the morning, he got up very early and went out for a jog before returning and entering his private gym to do some bench pressing and cardio. Right as he was in the middle of a set of burpees, the door opened and Miranda walked in, already dressed for the day in a white suit with a pink silk blouse and white heels. Her hair was up in an intricate do with it parted at the side and pinned back. Her make wasn’t too obvious; the only thing that stood out was her bright red lipstick, which made her cerulean orbs pop.“It’s almost eight in the morning and you haven’t even gotten dressed yet. Are you trying to be late?” she reprimanded, giving him a judgemental look. Finishing the last
Miranda’s P.O.VI returned to the house around four in the afternoon to get ready for the dinner party. Davien had opted to stay a while longer, since he had an impromptu meeting with the board of directors who wanted to discuss a few things with him before the party. I’d gone straight to my room after arriving, showered for half an hour, and then emerged from the bathroom squeaky clean with my hair damp and smelling like vanilla. I was trying out a new shampoo, and let’s just say that I was loving the results so far. I don’t think my hair had ever felt this silky.After blow drying my hair, I took a curling iron to create beach waves. I was thinking about dying my hair black for a change. I just wanted something different, I wanted to be a different version of myself. I guess I’ll find the time to do that in the weeks to come.From a distance, I heard the front door open and some footsteps going up the stairs. I assumed that Davien had just gotten back from the office and was now rus
Miranda’s P.O.VSasha continued to glare at Davien’s mother, who seemed unphased by her presence. She took a flute of champagne from a nearby waiter and took a huge sip from it. Once done, she handed it to one of the burly men escorting her. Everyone had pretty much gone back to what they were doing but kept one eye in our direction. I stood there, looking lost and like I’d rather be anywhere else but there. I was about to step away into the crowd when Davien’s hawk like gaze landed on me. “Who might this bellezza be?” she asked, golden eyes flashing with curiosity. I nearly crumpled under her intense stare, that is, until Davien decided to step in to rescue me.“She’s my personal assistant, Miranda. Miranda, this is my mother, Giorgia,” he said, and once again placed his hand on the small of my back. Giorgia extended her hand to me, which I hesitantly grasped in a slow and unsteady shake; unsteady because my hand was shaking. There was something rather intimidating about this woman,