Chapter 19: Miranda's Plight

Third Person’s P.O.V

Being 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