Twenty-Five

Athena

The next few days passed in a blur. Work returned to its dastardly slow pace as Luciano began to avoid me. I knew he was avoiding me. I rarely followed him to meetings anymore. He had the secretary follow him instead. He also had her fetch him his coffee, and lunch and attend a fucking luncheon with him.

To say I was pissed was an understatement!

I was his assistant. That was my job! Making sure things went according to how he wanted, managing his activities, and cramming his schedule into my brain was my fucking job and instead, he had his secretary do it while he gave me stupid menial tasks!

You do realize how you sound right now, don't you? A voice in my head taunted me and I shook it.

I wasn't jealous. Bah! What was there to be jealous about? The fact that he was overworking his secretary? That wasn't my shit to deal with. I was just… mad. Yes, mad. How could I find out what he was up to if I couldn't be where he was especially during the day?

Wait a minute.

I paused