Personal as-sistant batch 5

TITLE: PERSONAL as-sISTANT✴️
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EPISODE 12
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Elizabeth glanced at herself in the mirror as
she put on her heels. She put on her earrings
as the doorbell rang.
“Come in!” She yelled as she walked out of her
be-droom. In her room stood a boy no older
than 17 years old wearing a chauffeurs outfits
and hat. “Good evening Ma’am, I am to take
you to the four seasons.” He said taking of
that very hat.
“Good evening.” She said with a smile as she
got her purse. Together with the young man
she went downstairs and walked out of the
door and into the limousine.
The h0tel was like a beacon of light when as
she saw it around the corner. She smiled as
they got closer. The smile however faded from
her face when she saw the paparazzi outside.
“Take me around back.” She said to the driver.
“But Ma’am-” “Just do it.” The driver nodded
and drove her around back. Here she got out
of the car, thanked him and walked into the
back door.
She smiled as she walked past the h0tel staff
and greeting them as she did so. She then
walked into the large ballroom and
immediately she was met with the sounds and
sight of hundreds of the riche-st men in the
country.
From the corner of her eye, she sp©tted him.
James McGregor Jr. stood tall in his tailored
smoking, looking stunning. She knew he didn’t
see her when he started walking away from
her. Behind him, she could see the young
blonde in the pink dress that was his d@t£.
Jolene Stone was her name. A young actress
trying to make it big in the city of New York.
She was pretty and had been in a few tv
shows, and Elizabeth knew she would jump at
a chance like this. So she had called her and
arranged for this pretty girl to be his d@t£.
“Ah, you look stunning as always!” She spun
around and was met with the sight of Mr.
Moreno standing there. “Why thank you.” She
said with a smile as he took her arm.
Together they walked around the room for a
while, talking to other guests and laughing.
Then after a while, they were led to their tables
and they awaited the auction.
The gala had been Mr. McGregor s£niors idea.
He wanted the gala to be perfect and to raise
money for the orphanage his wife had come
from. He wanted to have an auction. The
auction was to be of his art and furniture
collection, as he knew he wouldn’t have long
to live.
Elizabeth felt tears in her eyes as she watched
the all too familiar paintings and statues be
sold off the highest bidder. It wasn’t until
midnight that she decided to leave. She had
fulfilled her duty and had been Mr. Moreno’s
d@t£. Sure it wasn’t a ro-mantic d@t£, but it was
his one condition to come.
She said goodbye to everyone and stood up
from the table. She was about to leave the
room when the auctioneer said something that
got her attention.
“A painting, of his pri-vate collection. A painting
of his perfect as-sistant, Elizabeth.” She turned
around and saw the painting of her standing
there upon the stage.
With a confused look on her face, she stood
there and watched be bidding go higher and
higher. It was a painting of her, sitting on an
arm chair in a green dress. She smiled as she
remembered that day.
At that moment, she had only been his
as-sistant for about a year. They had been at
his home, right before a big meeting. By now
she didn’t quite remember what the meeting
was about, but she did remember that it was
important. She was quite nervous as she stood
in his office waiting, as he sat behind his desk
working.
At some point, he had looked up from his
work and to st©p standing around so
awkwardly and to sit down. So she sat down
in the chair that was the closest to her. It had
been a large old-fashioned armchair with red
velvet seating. As she sat there he remarked
how her dress fit so well with the chair. It
looked just right and like she belonged in that
chair.
At the time he had taken a picture, one she
later saw standing on his desk, next to other
ph0tos of family and friends. Once she had
asked him if he considered her a friend and he
had replied, “No my dear, you are family.”
She was however abruptly brou-ght back from
her thought as the bidding started. At first, it
seemed a little slow, but then it took off.
Suddenly the bids started to getting quite high
and soon they were at 500.000 dollars. Then
suddenly a voice rang from the other side of
the room. “2 million dollars.”
She turned to see James standing there, but
his eyes were not on the stage, but on her.
Then suddenly Mr. Moreno yelled, “3 million
dollars.”
The crowd g@sped when suddenly James went
up to four million and before she knew it the
piece was sold for 6 million dollars.
Elizabeth g@sped as she watched James and
watched all of the faces in the crowd turn to
her.
She turned back around and ran.
 
TITLE: PERSONAL as-sISTANT✴️
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EPISODE 13
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She sighed as she raked her hands throu-gh her
hair. God, what had just happened? She
thought as she stared down at her hands.
For a moment she dared to look up as she
saw the lights of the city flash by. She was
thankful for the cab that luckily enough drove
by right when she nee-ded one.
The man had st©pped for the girl in the long
red evening go-wn who c@m£ running out of the
Four Seasons. She had thanked the man a
thousand times as she told him her address.
And now she sat there. Staring out of the small
window trying to process what had just
happened. Her phone buzzed in her clutch
telling her that people were texting her. She
knew that people were asking her about the
painting or telling her about the sale.
Only looking for a second she saw the 84
messages and the number grew and grew.
quic-kly she turned it off and put it back in the
clutch.
She didn’t even notice it as the cab reached
her house until the man yelled at her. She
apologized and paid the man as she got out of
the car.
Before she noticed it Wallace had alre-ady
opened the door for her. A smile c@m£ over
her face as she saw the tall man standing in
front of her. “Thank you, Wallace.” She said as
a tear fell from her eyes.
“Sweetie… It’s alright.” He said as he hvgged
her. He let her go and wiped the tear from her
face. “It’s ok. sweetie.”
She nodded her head and he let her to the
elevator. Little did she now that what happened
at the Four seasons had alre-ady been on the
late evening news. Wallace smiled sadly as he
watched her go up.
He had watched the whole thing on the news.
The story started with the news lady talking
about Mr. McGregor sr. and his ‘perfect
as-sistant’ and the painting. Apparently, his will
had said that that was the most precious piece
of art that he owned. It had also been the
newest addition to his collection as he had it
painted not too long before his death.
Wallace had been surprised when he saw
James Jr. had bought the piece at that
outrageous price. And he had been saddened
when he saw the look on Elizabeth’s face as
the c@m£ra focussed on her.
The poor girl had looked like a deer in the
headlights as she ran off and out of the
building. After that, he sat there waiting.
Waiting to comfort her.
Straight after she headed up to her ap@rtment
she washed off her makeup and took off her
dress. She sighed looking at her own reflection
in the mirror, knowing that she couldn’t hide
from the world forever. Luckily tomorrow was
saturday, meaning she could hide from the
world for at least one more day.
The following day she awoke at around 8
o’clock. It felt nice for a change waking up at a
somewhat decent hour. She went throu-gh her
normal routine right up until she turned on the
tv to watch the news…
“Now William, it has been the talk of the day,
tell us about the McGregor gala.”
quic-kly Elizabeth whirled around and watched
the screen intently.
“Well Kate, it sure was something. But first a
little bit of background story.”
She stared as the man in the suit on television
started talking about none other than her.
“Apparently Elizabeth Waverton was the personal
as-sistant of the late Mr. McGregor Sr.
The man said whilst standing right next to an
old picture of her and James Sr.
“Mr. McGregor Sr. was the CEO of McGregor
industries and one of the most influential men in
the city. Last night a gala was hosted in his
name in order to raise money for the orphanage
his wife had come from. Here there was an
auction selling off pieces of his art collection.
The final and most expensive painting sold off
that night was the painting of his P.A.
Elizabeth.” he continued
Elizabeth didn’t care to hear more of it and
shut the damn TV off. She walked over to her
phone and decided to bite throu-gh the sour
apple and just turn the goddamn thing on. As
soon as she did she saw that she had over five
hundred text messages and more the 100
missed calls.
Most of them seemed to be from media
outlets, wanting to hear her side of the story.
She ignored all of those and blocked the
numbers.
Then she saw that Natalie had left her a voice
message.
“Elizabeth!” She started sounding frantic “O my
god are you alright? I saw the whole thing! O
my god dear, that… I mean… it was even on
the news. People think that you and James Jr.
had a relationsh!pand that you broke up with
him and that’s why you quit your job. They
think he’s still in love with you that’s why he
bought the painting for that absurd amount.
I mean I know that isn’t true but I mean… Why
else would he pay that for a painting? I mean
god this is just all so strange…
And thank you so much for helping me last
night! Jack is alright, he just has a concussion
and a couple of stitches. The doctor made him
stay the night, but this morning he could come
home again. So that’s all sorted out. I’m sorry
that I sprung that on you yesterday…
So plea-se, call me when you feel like it!”
Elizabeth sighed as she walked over to her
fridge and got out some eggs. This was a
nightmare… He had bought the painting for a
price equivalent of that of a Picas-so or
something like that. She didn’t know why he
would do such a thing either and it bothered
her to no end.
She sighed once more as she started ma-king
waffles and tried to get her mind off of things.

 
TITLE: PERSONAL as-sISTANT✴️
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EPISODE 14
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The second Elizabeth had set foot outside of
the building she saw the news van coming her
way. She avoided the lady in the p@n-tsuit and
hurried off to the park. Here she just sat
quietly, wanting to be alone for a moment.
After that, there were several moments that
some paparazzi tried to get her to appear on
c@m£ra. So before noon she had alre-ady run
home and decided to stay in for the rest of the
day.
At first, she had thought about calling Natalie,
but decided against it. Thinking that for now
she just didn’t feel like talking to anyone.
Then around six in the evening, she decided to
order in. So she got the menu from the
Chinese restaurant around the block and
ordered.
She hung up the phone and turned around. The
lights in the ap@rtment across from her had
turned on. It was dark outside so she could
see rather clearly into the ap@rtment on the
other side and that’s when she saw it…
There the painting was, hanging above a
fireplace were probably the tv had been before.
She squinted her eyes trying to see if it was
actually her painting when she saw a man
walking into the room.
quic-kly she ducked behind her counter and
turned off the lights. Does James live across
the street from me? She thought as she sat
there.
She squ-atted peeking over the counter trying to
see whether it was him. Though she could see
his overall features, it was too far away to
actually see his face…
But then there was a knock on the door. Who
could that be? She thought as she turned on
the light and walked over to the door. She
looked throu-gh the peephole and saw an Asian
man holding a Chinese takeout bag. That’s
really fast… she thought but opened the door
never the less.
The man swung the door open further pushing
her out of the way. Two more people c@m£
into the ap@rtment, one of them being a
woman in a p@n-tsuit with a microphone and
the other being a man with a c@m£ra.
“Get out!” Elizabeth said seething with anger.
“Ms. Waverton, what is your thought on the
events of last night?” The lady said not even a
little bit phased.
“Get out!” She just yelled, tears welling up in
her eyes.
Suddenly the door bur-st open once more.
From it emerges the dark tall form of Wallace.
Wallace was one of the kindest men that
Elizabeth knew and she had never seen him
angry, that is until now…
“Everyb©dy that doesn’t live here, out!” He
bellowed. The crew still didn’t seem to fased
by it. Then suddenly he gr@bb£d the c@m£ra
and smashed it to the ground. “Now get out
before I do the same for you!” He said to the
people ma-king them leave.
It was only then that Elizabeth realized she was
sitting on the floor. Wallace put out a hand to
her and helped her up, immediately pu-lling her
into a hvg. “I’m so so sorry sweetie.”
“They all c@m£ in separate and it all seemed
fine.” He said still holding her.
“If it wasn’t for the person across the street to
see it happen I wouldn’t have been here when I
was. That man is a good man.” He said.
Wallace stayed with her for a moment before
going back downstairs. She called the Chinese
place canceling the order, as she did not want
to open her door again.
She sat down on the couch for a moment
thinking about what to do when the doorbell
rang once more.
At first, she ignored it, but then the man behind
it yelled her name. The second he did that she
knew it was him. She recognized James his
voice.
She walked over to the door and stood next to
it. “What do you want?” She yelled back.
“To talk to you.” He said in a quieter voice.
She scoffed, “About what?”
“Look I want to apologize for what I said on
your last day of work.” He said and staying
quiet for a moment. Then he added, “And I
brou-ght food.”

 
To be continued