Chapter 1 – Celine Dawson

• Tyson
• “Get out! You’re fire!” I shouted in Carol’s face.
• She cries and begs but like the many before her, it changes nothing. Carol is a married woman, yet for a couple of dollars raise she decided to go against me. The only man in the world that do not tolerate infidelity.
• “Get the fuck out! Don’t you ever show your face in front of me again!”
• “Please Mr. Anderson, where would I go?” She sobbed. “I have a disabled husband and three children to take care of.”
• “Should’ve thought of that before you decided to go against me. Now get your miserable self out of here, or else.”
• “Mr. Anderson sir, please.” She grabbed hold my leg and begged, tears streaming down her face.
• In her attempts to look pitiful, she had smear make up all over my pants, aggravating me even more. She gave me no choice but to throw her out.
• “Security, I need the trash taken out.” I don’t have the time or patience to deal with nuisances.
• Bob showed up seconds later and threw carol over his shoulder no questions asked. After 22 such calls the burly man knows exactly what to do.
• “Andrew!” I placed another call to my secretary.
• Seconds later the man himself burst into my office. His expression nothing short of mine, frustration.
• “Boss, what did she do this time?” He asked, but he already knew the answer to it.
• “Do you really have to ask?” Andrew sighed loudly as he took a seat in front of me. “Did you not go over the job description with the woman before hiring her? Why is this a common occurrence?” I couldn’t help but questioned Andrew competency.
• “There is an addendum sitting in her file to prove it.” Andrew replied. “Maybe it is you. You know you are too good looking, too nice and it give them the wrong idea.”
• “Oh, so it’s my fault?” Bullshit! I thought but didn’t voice.
• “I don’t know, maybe.” Andrew shrugged.
• “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I tutted at his unreasonable reason.
• “No but boss we cannot keep doing this. You have gone through 22 Personal Assistants in less than 6 months. You have a problem.” Andrew whined, like it was my fault.
• “Oh, so it’s my fault. I’m supposed to satisfy my employee with my body after they agree to my term and conditioned. Is that it?”
• “Well, no.” Andrew replied, meekly.
• “Then find me another personal assistant. One that actually want to work, not some whore who thinks they could get a couple bucks out of my pants.”
• Andew sighs in defeat. He knows not to argue with me on this.
• “Fine, I will just have to go through the thousands of applications that was submitted again.” Andrew whined.
• One glared from me and he was on his feet heading back to his office mumbling to himself. Once alone, memories of my past quickly caught up with me. It was all her fault.
• Time flies and before I knew it night fell. The downtown street is bustling with life as people come out to play on a Friday night. There are people dancing and laughing at every corner of the street. Such free spirit makes me envious. The devil that stems from one woman, Sheila Brown.
• She was my souls’ mate, the love of my life but betrayed me in the worst way possible. Since then, life itself has turned dull. I’ve lost interest in love, intimacy and passion. I’ve closed myself out to never be betrayed like that again.
• I got home in somewhat of a daze and slowly sauntered into the bathroom for some R&R. It is very much needed.
• *Ding! * The dreadful chimed makes me groan, displeased. Who in their right mind would bother – I froze seeing the name on the screen – Sheila Brown.
• Whatever she had to say is no longer significant. I threw the phone into the sink and suffocated it with water before hopping in the shower to end the day.
• One week later
• “Here is your new phone, boss. Also, what happened to the old one?”
• “It is filled with junk, so I threw it out. Do you need any more explanation then that?”
• “No, sir. Also, your new personal assistance is starting today.” Andrew said, as we go through the stack of research from the marketing department.
• We are currently looking to expand our market into a less developed country. The goal is to expand our view and appreciation for other cultures, lifestyles and background through jewelry and accessories. Which proves rather difficult because this is a rather sensitive topic.
• “Sure, what is he like?” I asked.
• “Actually, it’s a ‘her’.” Andrew replied and I frowned.
• “How many times do I have to tell you, get a male.”
• “Sir, I have gone through all the application ten time. Reminder ten times, about 5 of them are male who identify themselves as she/her. The rest is all female.” Andrew reported and my expression darkens.
• “Don’t give me the face. You are going to like this one. She is a classic.” Andrew said, jubilantly.
• “Yeah, a classic bitch that won’t last more than two months…” I tutted before a knock at the door cuts me off.
• “Shush, she is here.” Andrew got up and galloped away. “Boss, your new personal assistance Celine Dawson.” Andrew introduced her.
• I looked up and had to do a double take. She is classic alright. Every single button is done properly, wear flats and had on glasses with thick rims. She had her hair neatly pulled back with a fringe bang. Nice, classic grandma style. Maybe she is not so bad after all.
• “Ms. Dawson please introduce yourself.” Andrew chimed.
• “H-h-hello, M-m-mr. A-an-anderson…”
• She stuttered – I glared at Andrew for answers. Andrew replied with a meek smile and shrugged.
• “Do you have speech impediment?” I asked annoyed.
• “N-n-n-n-n-….”
• At this rate I will turn forty before she gets her sentence out.
• “Write it down.” I don’t have time for this, so I cut her off.
• Dawson scrambled for pens and paper, but she wasn’t fast enough. The door flew opens and another woman walked in. This one dressed professionally. Her heels thunder with pride, as she ways her way over.
• “I heard you need new personal assistance. Here I am free of charge.” She came up and stood next to grandma for comparison.
• The difference in level, pride and confidence is heaven and hell. She is better than grandma in every way possible. This is her point, and she is not wrong.
• I smiled, “Ms. Dawson, you are hired. Andrew sees Ms. Brown out and makes sure she stays away from my office. Am I clear?” I commanded.
• “Yes, boss.” Andrew replied and reacted.
• “But Ty…?”
• “Out now!” I cut Sheila off. My new PA flinched as if she is about to shit her pants. “Andrew!” I shouted, startling the woman to dropped everything she is holding.
• “Yes, sir.” Andrew replied and physically forced Sheila out of my office.
• “And you, Andrew will take care of registration. Leave.” I demanded.
• The woman quickly picks up her things and left my office. Finally, some peace and quiet.