THE MAFIA'S ASSISTANT

f to a personal assistant? Why not a company consultant or

meone they sent around to do their bi

sipping his hot coffee like it was nothing. My heart ju

pes of the company. He makes decisions, and deals with problems when they arise, and what makes

s so handsome. God must have made him on

et of eyes, a defined jawline, and thick brows to sho

Maybe another time” he winked at me making me blush lightly. I move my

pright not wanting to be

e dismissed me, just like that. No

bag and the envelope and, on the table, walked towards the door.

obe change and be here 9:00 am prompt. Any later, you’re fired” I

soon as I leave, I meet Jessy in the waiting room. Her face

one i

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lthea live a little” she’s been trying to convince me to go club

er consistent pestering made

g her happy to pay me any attention. I shake my head at her, pulling her

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puke. The mixture of alcohol, sweat and body odour didn’t sit well with

eople grumble a bit for holding up the line.

hink I’ve been banned from the club,” she was smilin

after a hangout the next morning, but I was upset Jess

were killing my feet. Jessy was a fashionista, and won’t pass for a mom

ass. While I on the other hand—after much fighting—was wearing

ight pub and the bartenders are cute. Jason works their bart

ost count. The bouncers let us after Jessy whispered something into his ear,

he tiles were marble and the table tops were Italian wood. Whoever ha

because they are on, or she just wants a free drink. Th

cited. And I had the habit of looking out for myself. I moved to the side o

liked it. I smiled at him, nodding my head in sign of appreciation. He di

still stand upright. I went into the crowd to find

nt closer but I was shoved aside by an unidentifi

am. Remember the deal.” I tried to her fr

led at me, making me glare at him. I move clos