TITLE: PERSONAL as-sISTANT✴️
PROLOGUE
“James McGregor, CEO of McGregor industries,
has pas-sed away yesterday evening after a
long battle with cancer. James McGregor, aged
63, was one of the-”
Elizabeth shut the TV off, she couldn’t bear to
listen to this… She had been there when it
happened, she did not nee-d it to be repeated.
She poured herself another glas-s of Whiskey
and brou-ght it up to her mouth intending on
throwing it down in one go. For a second she
wavered, doubting whether this form of grieving
was a good idea…
She held the glas-s up and looked at the
orange liquid that was inside it. Sighing as she
remembered the first time she had drun!k
whiskey.
It had been with Mr. McGregor, he had just
closed a business deal and looked to
celebr@te. Opening the globe in his office he
re-moved a bottle of 20-year Whiskey and two
glas-ses.
Without asking her if she drun!kat all he poured
her a glas-s. She sat there not knowing how to
respond as he handed it to her.
“I don’t know if you drink. And I won’t ask you,
but plea-se have a toast with me to the deal.”
He had said with a kind smile.
She chuckled to herself thinking back at it.
Remembering the burning s-en-sation as it slid
down her throat ma-king her cough. Ever since
that moment, she hadn’t t©uçhed the stuff, until
now. She hung her head low and threw the
Whiskey down the kitchen drain before heading
off to be-d.
It was a week after James McGregor’s death
that his son walked into his office. James jr.
was quite an intimid@t!ngman at his height of
6’4. He entered the building in his Armani suit
stri-ding across the hallway.
The second his foot t©uçhed the marble floor
everyone fell quiet. For they hadn’t seen James
jr. in this very building in nearly three years.
The secretary that sat behind the counter
nervously picked up the phone and spoke,
“He’s here.”
People p@rted as he made his way to the
elevator and took it up all the way to the t©p
floor.
He felt little to no emotion as he left the
elevator. At this point, he was alone, away
from all the stares.
He took a look around, taking in everything
that had changed. Last time that he had been
here there had been no paintings, no flowers
and overall no decoration.
He walked past the empty desk of the
personal as-sistant, noting the fact that it was
empty. He had heard of the so-called ‘perfect’
personal as-sistant and had expected her to be
sitting there.
As he walked into his father’s office and
immediately reached for the phone.
“Come up here, now,” he said to the secretary
at the other and of the line.
Natalie had been scared from the moment that
she saw him this would happen. In fact, she
had been scared from the moment that she
had heard that he would come to the office.
She had been working at McGregor industries
for the last five years as the secretary and in
those five years, she had met James Jr. three
times.
The first time had been after she had only
worked there for a month. He had been
p@rtying at the time and ph0togra-phs had
appeared in the news. His father had not been
p@rticularly plea-sed with his actions and
cussed him out in front of the entire office.
The second time was well over a year later,
she could see that he had changed. Instead of
his usual jeans and leather jacket, he was
wearing a vest with matching trou-sers. His hair
had actually been combe-d and his stubble was
gone. This time the meeting with his father
was different. They spoke more as a boss and
employee then as a father and son.
The last and final time that she had seen him
was a little less than three years ago. This
time he was wearing a full-on suit. He had an
argument with his father as he stormed out of
the building, no one really knew what the
argument had been about, all they knew was
that after that, he never visited his father at
work again.
Now he was back again. The second she saw
him entering she knew what she had to do.
She had to tell Elizabeth to leave, and she did.
But she also knew that he would want to know
where Elizabeth was.
She ran up to the elevator and took it up to the
t©p floor. During the ride up she made sure to
straighten her dress and fix her hair before she
calmly walked out of it. Almost holding her
breath she walked over to the man currently in
her old bosses office.
“You called?” She said standing in the door
opening. James turned around to face the
blonde woman. “Where is she?”
EPISODE 01
It had been 7 o’clock when Elizabeth entered
the office. Smiling to herself as she walked
over to her desk. Nearly every day for the last
three years she had entered this office exactly
one hour before her boss would.
Today however she didn’t know if she would
see her ‘boss’ in an hour. Mr. McGregor jr.
was quite unpredictable. Yesterday she had
avoided him on purpose, feeling that his first
time back in the office should be without her.
She had only met the guy once. It had been in
her first month working there and in all
honesty, she really did not want to be
reminded of it. Closing her eyes as if to rid
herself of that old memory.
Though she did only meet the guy once, she
had re-ad enough about him to feel like she
knew him. Every now and then he would pop
up in one of those gossip magazines, being a
d!¢k like usual. Even the way he had treated
his own father told her that he was no good.
Once she opened them she looked at the clock
noting that it was 7:10 am, meaning that she’d
have to get started.
It was eight o’clock on the dot when McGregor
walked out of the elevator. His nostrils
immediately filled with the smell of freshly
made coffee. He looked around trying to sp©t
the person who made it but found no one
there.
He walked over to the office and sat down
behind the desk. On the desk stood a cu-p of
coffee and right in front of him l@ya note.
Dear Mr. McGregor,
You are expected to be at a meeting today on
the third floor at 9 o’clock. Before that, you’ll
nee-d to re-ad the paper on located on your right.
(He looked to his right and saw indeed a
paper lying there.) After that, you have a lunch
appointment at the Pompadour. As for the
afternoon, the re-ading of Mr. McGregor’s last
will and testament will be done at 3 pm.
I will be out today taking care of several wishes
of Mr. McGregor sr. In case you nee-d me, call
or text the number on the back of this paper.
Yours Faithfully,
Elizabeth Waverton
PS. the coffee was made at 7:57, black with no
sugar.
He scoffed turning around the piece of paper.
‘Who the hell does she think that she is?’ As
said in the letter there was a phone number
written there, quic-kly he took out his phone
and entered the number.
For a moment he wanted to call her but then
decided against it, instead, he saved the
number on his phone and started re-ading the
paper.
It was around eleven o’clock when James left
the meeting. He knew that after that he as
supposed to go to lunch, but she hadn’t written
down what time. So he decided to actually call
her.
He took the elevator up to the t©p floor and
was just about to call when the door opened
and he saw a young auburn haired woman
sitting behind the desk.
At first he thought he was being ignored when
he saw that she was on the phone. “Mr.
Scanlon, with all due respect, this was
arranged months ago,” she said in an angry
tone.
“I don’t care, Mr. McGregor wants the red.”
James looked at her surprised at her tone of
voice. When he first saw her she had seemed
different somehow, not fragile but also not like
the way she was now.
The woman was wearing a dark green b©dy
con dress that he guessed would end right
above the knee. She wore small pearl earrings
and a dainty watch on her wrist.
Her auburn hair had been put into a neat bun
on t©p of her head. She wore redl-ipstick
which seemed to be just right for her and just
right with the rest of the makeup.
This without a doubt had to be the ‘perfect’
personal as-sistant. He had always heard a lot
about her from everyone. Most people that
were in business with his father, or friends of
him, knew the young lady and they all adored
her.
According to his fathers best friend, she could
make a reservation at any restaurant, even if it
was packed full. Another one of his friends
once told him that she could speak four
languages.
He didn’t know if he believed all they said
about her, but her knew that even the
competition absolutely loved her.
It wasn’t until she was standing right in front of
him that he had noticed she had finished her
phone call.
“Good Morning sir.” She started with no
emotion, not even a smile on her face. “Your
coffee is on your desk as is a copy of your
schedule for tomorrow.” She said as the two
of them walked over to his office. For a
moment he listened intently seeing what she
was made of but he soon had enough.
“Where were you yesterday?” He said cutting
her off. “I beg your pardon?” She said
furrowing her brows.
“I will only say this once more, where were you
yesterday?” He said steadily getting angry. “I
had a personal day.” She replied straightening
up.
“A personal day?” He scoffed, “You’re a
personal as-sistant, they don’t get personal
days. You are supposed to be here at my every
beck and call.”
“Mr. McGregor, I am not a l@p dog.” She said
her tone changing ever so slightly.
“O I think that is exactly what you are-” He
started but was cut off by a very angry
Elizabeth.
“I am not a l@p dog! And I am not your
personal as-sistant. I am, I was Mr. James
McGregor sr. personal as-sistant. I will not, not
now or ever be your personal as-sistant. I have
alre-ady handed in my two weeks notice a
week ago.”
“You did what?” He said looking menacing.
“You heard me. By the end of the week, I’ll be
gone don’t worry.” She said straightening her
dress.
“Now to get back to current business. the
Young deal has been taken care of and Mr.
Young has invited you over to have dinner
tomorrow night. As for the gala, most things
are prepared, I do nee-d your opinion on the
meeting arrangement but other than that it is
all done.”
With that she started to walk away only to turn
around and say:
“Oh, and your lunch reservation is at 1 o’clock.”
EPISODE 02
James had no idea how she had known that
the Pompadour was his favourite restaurant.
Nor did he know how she had managed to get
a lunch reservation for him.
He also had no clue how she knew the way he
liked his coffee. He had never met the girl.
Currently he was sitting at a table for one in
the Pompadour waiting for his lunch. A p@rt of
him was still fuming over his earlier
introduction to Ms. Waverton. Where did she
get the nerves to speak to him like that?
“Did you hear about Elizabeth Waverton?” He
suddenly heard an elderly lady at a table
behind him say. “What do you mean Elenor?”
The other lady asked. Curiosity got the best of
James as he started listening in on the
conversation.
“Rumour has it she’s going to quit her job.”
Elenor said. “O dear… She was one of the
best things to ever happen to that company.”
“I know, but apparently she doesn’t’ want to
work for the new CEO.” she continued.
“But how did she get to work there in the first
place?” The lady who wasn’t Elenor said.
“Ah now that my friend is an interesting story.”
Elenor giggled. “It was around three years ago
when young Elizabeth Waverton walked into the
McGregor building. At the time I was still
working as the coffee lady, bringing it to Mr.
McGregor himself.
I was in the lobby when she walked in. That
poor girl looked hopelessly lost as she walked
up to the front desk. Behind it sitting Natalie
of course, she told her that her job interview
would be on the t©p floor. Now Elizabeth was
never anything business related, she was oh I
don’t know, some sort of thing that had
nothing to do with corporate.
She went up to Mr. McGregor’s office for a
totally different job then she ended up with.
Apparently there was no other job for her and
Mr. McGregor said that he nee-ded a PA. She
told him that she wasn’t cut out for that
profession. But he nee-ded one so badly that
he told her he’d pay her double.” Elenor
laughed at that.
“So that was when the ‘perfect’ as-sistant was
born,” The other lady said sipping her tea.
“O lord no my dear, it took months for that to
happen. At first, she was terribly clumsy the
poor thing. Nothing seemed to go right, nor
did she dress and look the way she does now.
I don’t know how that happened.” Elenor said.
Strange, James thought, so she didn’t want to
be a PA in the first place… He still didn’t like
her attitude at all.
It was five minutes to three when Elizabeth
entered the office of the late Mr. McGregor’s
attorney. The grizzled old man looked up from
his desk and said, “A little to early as always
Ms. Waverton.” with a chuckle at the end that
turned into a cough.
“Early as always Mr. Jacobi.” She said smiling
as she walked over to the man. “nee-d any
help with that sir?” She motioned to the large
folder lying on the desk. “No no no my dear,
what kind of gentleman would I be having you
carry that?” He said giving her a kind smile.
Together they talked and walked over to the
larger conference room were the will would be
re-ad. It was when they walked in when
someone cleared their throat.
“A Mr. McGregor, good to see you again son.”
Mr. Jacobi said as he la-id down the folder.
“My condolences.” He said shaking his hand.
“Good to see you too Mr. Jacobi.” He said
flashing a rare smile. “Ms. Waverton.” He said,
losing the smile and nodding at Elizabeth. “Mr.
McGregor.” She said nodding back.
“Now all we nee-d to do is wait for the rest,
and then we’ll begin.” Mr Jacobi spoke sitting
down.
It was an hour later when the re-ading of the
will was nearly finished. That the first mention
of Elizabeth’s name c@m£. In all honesty she
wouldn’t have even come if it wasn’t for Mr.
McGregor asking her personally.
“And last, but not least, my dear as-sistant and
friend, Elizabeth Maria Waverton. To Elizabeth I
leave my penthouse in the city, which I have
tried to give her for the last three years but she
never accepted.
Furthermore I leave her all the money in the
bank account left in her name.”
At this Elizabeth frowned, he had never talked
to her about a bank account in her name? Why
would he do that?
“Other than that I leave her my BMW, a car
which has been a favourite of hers for quite
some time.”
After that he finished re-ading the will, but
Elizabeth didn’t hear much of it. She was
confused, why would her give her all of those
things? Why would he do that for her?
She felt tears stinging her eyes as she tried to
blink them away. Her hands went up to her
eyes as she wiped them away.
“Ms. Waverton are you alright my dear?” Mr.
Jacobi asked her with concern clear on his
face.
“I… I’m fine.” She said noticing that everyone
was looking at her. quic-kly composing herself
she sat up straight, “I’m alright.”
”
To be continued
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