The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 39

Annalisa was nervously chewing on her fingernails and glancing between the front door and her wrist watch when she walked in. “Oh thank goodness.” She exclaimed once she spotted Cassie.

“Is she here yet?” Cassie asked, pushing her still damp hair out of her face.

Annalisa shook her head. “I haven’t heard from her. To be honest, I thought you weren’t going to make it here on time. I was mentally preparing myself to lose my job.”

Cassie snorted. “I almost changed my mind multiple times and went back home on the way here.” She confessed. “Well, no time to stop and chat. I’ve got to make it upstairs in case Bethany walks in here.” She said. She waved Annalisa goodbye and headed into the elevator.

She had barely hung her satchel over her chair when Bethany sashayed in. She wore a bright red wrap dress and had the largest and darkest shades that Cassie had ever seen shielding her eyes. Her lipstick and the large bag she was carrying were the same color as her dress.

“Draw the curtains.” She snapped once she closed the door behind her.

“Good morning to you too.” Cassie muttered under her breath as she started to pull the curtains together. Once she was done, the office was mostly dark, illuminated only by the low light of one of the bulbs further down into the office.

“That’s much better.” Bethany grunted, as she pocketed her shades. She eyed Cassie. “Did the receptionist give you my message on the dress code?”

“Yes, Mrs. Hart.”

“Then why the fuck are you dressed like that?” She asked with a disgusted snarl.

Cassie looked down at her dressing. “What’s wrong with how I’m dressed?” She asked. Her hair was probably a clammy, tangled mess as she hadn’t had the time to towel off the water or run a comb through it but when she had left her house but she thought she looked presentable. She had on black cotton top and baby suit pinstripe pants with a matching blazer. She intended to ditch the blazer when she resumed for her shift at the Bean House so that she appeared more casual and less official.

Bethany groaned loudly, like she had just been asked a stupid question by an even stupider person. “The fact that you can’t see what’s wrong with your look just goes to show that you are way beyond redemption in the fashion world.” She explained. She stretched her legs on the couch and then plucked off her heels. “Do you know how to give a good mani-pedi?”

Cassie shook her head. She and Isabel might have fooled around with DIY spa days where they gave each other facials and matching mani-pedis but if Cassie was being honest with herself, she knew that her nail art was absolute shit. And it wasn’t like she had enough room to work with as Isabel’s nails were usually thoroughly chewed.

There was a short pause from Diana’s end. “Not exactly. Last night, Roxanne was supposed to lock up but she forgot to so a family of raccoons got into the place and trashed everywhere. The clean-up is going to take the whole week.”

“That sounds bad.”

“It is bad. Austin sent me some photo. I’ll forward them later.” Diana said. “Mrs. Thompson is pretty mad but she thinks that we can use this as an opportunity to redecorate the place. She’s probably going to text you later asking for…”

She wasn’t able to hear the rest of Diana’s words as Bethany had snuck up on her and yanked away her phone. She glared at the badly dented phone like it personally offended her, then ended the call. “You should not be on the phone at work. It’s unprofessional.”

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” She apologized. Cassie had never picked a call at work before but she had thought that it was okay this time around as she wasn’t actually doing any work. But Bethany obviously disagreed.

Bethany pushed the power button on Cassie’s phone, effectively turning it off. She plopped it down her cleavage. “You’ll get this at the end of day. Now hurry up with those videos. My nails aren’t going to paint themselves.”