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Chapter 10

  • CHAPTER 10
  • OLIVIA
  • I shook my head. “Yes, I am. Is there any problem?”
  • “No, there is not,” he confirmed calmly. “Your intern desk is in Mr. Williams' office. He will be your coaching attorney. Congratulations!”
  • I blinked rapidly, trying to process what he had just said. Williams Jerkin would be my coaching attorney??
  • That is not just crazy; it is also ridiculous!
  • Why would he want to do something like that when he could have just picked one of the top attorneys in his firm? I'm sure he has good attorneys apart from himself. His law firm is at the top because of their collective efforts. Well, for Williams, he is a top attorney. For the past five years, I’ve heard he hasn't been to any courtroom. A lot of people say he has retired, while some others say he hasn't, but just gave space for his other attorneys to shine.
  • Well, he left a lasting legacy that no one has broken. He did a clean twelve-case sweep in a calendar year, and no other attorney has done something like that. Throughout last night, I made sure I did my little research on him. He isn't just a bully in the attorney world; he is also a staunch businessman involved in a lot of things.
  • After the man said that my desk was with Williams, I flashed him a smile and made my way to the office, but a part of me wasn't fully happy, and I'm sure that man isn't as innocent as he sounds. He sounded nonchalant, but I know how these things run. I have run a film before with my father when I was still with the Brown family. It takes just a snap of the fingers for a nice rumor to spread.
  • Once I got to Williams' office, I didn't knock; I just pushed the door open and stumbled inside. But scanning the surroundings, it turned out that he wasn't in there. However, the fancy table next to his caught my eye… the name tag on it made it clear that it was mine. The table was a beautiful curved piece of glass and chrome, with delicate patterns etched into the base. Seeing it alone, I felt a thrill of excitement at working at such a high-scale design table. I couldn't help but run my fingers over the cool surface, but Williams cleared his throat and jolted me out of my thoughts.
  • I turned, and he handed me a cup of coffee. “Here!” He stretched out his hand to me, and I took it, exhaling sharply.
  • “You know this is my job as an intern, right?” I looked up at him after taking a sip of my coffee.
  • “Of course not,” he protested, and I raised my gaze to him. “It's my job to serve my lady.”
  • I shook my head. This man is irredeemable. I walked away from him, staring out the window, trying to sound nonchalant despite the flutter in my chest.
  • “So, what do I have on my schedule today?” he asked, walking up to me.
  • I raised a brow. “How am I supposed to know that? That's the job of your PA, not me. I'm just an intern under you.”
  • He laughed, making me a little nervous. “You're not just an intern. You're also my PA from today,” he said.
  • I slowly dropped my cup of coffee, focusing my attention on him. “What do you mean I'm your PA? What happened to the PA I saw here yesterday?”
  • “I fired her.”
  • My eyes widened slightly in surprise. What? Did he really fire that innocent lady?
  • “You really fired her?” I repeated, trying to process it, and he nodded with a very nonchalant expression.
  • “Yes, I did. She wasn't really doing such an excellent job, and I needed someone more competent. Do you have a problem with that?”
  • “Of course I do!” I felt a twinge of guilt, wondering if I was somehow responsible for the PA being fired. “She was good with you. Last time I was here, I can say she did her job perfectly well. So where did the sudden issue of firing her and making me CEO come from?”
  • He chuckled, his eyes narrowed with amusement. “Don't worry; you're going to do a better job than her.”
  • I raised an eyebrow, feeling a surge of indignation. “And what makes you think that?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light. I really wanted to smack his stupid handsome face for how ridiculous he could be.
  • Sensing my anger rising, he continued, “Oh, you know what, Kiss Olivia Brown? I think you're already showing signs of being a brilliant PA. I mean, you're already questioning my decisions and trying to advise me; that is exactly what I need, not someone who's always saying, 'Yes, sir.'”
  • Realizing he was just trying to rile me up, my face heated. “Just shut up, Will,” I snapped, trying not to laugh. He sure knows how to piss me off and make it all filled with laughter again.
  • “Look, Williams, I can't be your PA,” I started. “Being an intern under you alone is going to bring up lots of crazy rumors, since you haven't trained anyone for the last five years, and all of a sudden you take me in. I really don't want people tying my hard work to the fact that I was sleeping with Mr. Williams.”
  • His face suddenly lit up, and he leaned closer. “Are you fucking Mr. Williams, though?” he asked, and my face flushed as I gasped.
  • “What the fuck, Williams?”
  • He chuckled. “Why are you so uptight, Olivia? It's no big deal. Relax. You're not fucking me, but I don't mind if you really want to try. I'm down for whenever.”
  • I just rolled my eyes and picked up my coffee. I didn't have the strength to deal with this right now.
  • But he waved his hand dismissively. “You don't have to worry. You're going to be my intern and also my PA. I will teach you everything you need to know, and besides, I think you'll find that being my PA is not just about scheduling appointments and answering the phones. It's more about being my right-hand woman, my confidante, and my partner in crime.”
  • I raised an eyebrow, feeling a surge of excitement. “Partner in crime?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
  • Williams grinned. “You think I remained at the top all these years without committing a lot of crimes for my clients?”
  • My brows furrowed, and curiosity got the better of me. I followed right behind him. “What do you mean by...”
  • The sudden creaking of the door made me pause, and then a lady walked in. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted politely. “Sir, your cousin Mr. Lucas Forbes wants to see you.”
  • I froze in my steps as I heard the name and what followed… cousin?
  • Lucas is Williams' cousin?