Chapter 2
Eden’s POV
1 blamed the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about what Alexis had said on how little sleep I had gotten the previous night.
It was crazy.
It was laughable. And yet I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I found myself paying close attention to Mr. Blackwell’s relation with others, and then his relation with me. Then I concluded that I was crazy because he was even more abrupt with me than others. As far as I was concerned, I was his glorified servant, nothing more.
I walked into Mr. Blackwell’s house at the ass crack of dawn. Six am to be precise. It was my morning routine and I didn’t know why he just didn’t buy an alarm clock and hire a cook. What did he use all the billions in his account for anyways? To get his overworked assistants fully furnished apartments maybe.
Every morning.
I woke up, zoomed off to his double floor penthouse apartment, and made us breakfast. Like clockwork, he arrived in the kitchen by twenty five minutes to seven and we had breakfast, which was actually more him eating and me catching him up on his agenda for the day. It just seemed weird as hell to be eating with my boss.
I gobbled down my food after he left the table, did the dishes and joined him in his bedroom by exactly twenty minutes past seven. I picked out a tie for him, helped him knot it, for some reason and then we were off!
We stepped into the Blackwell office building by exactly five minutes to eight everyday and by eight on the dot we were both sitting at our respective desks, ready to conquer the world. Or at least, that’s how it felt to me.
I liked the routine, because it was the only part of my day that had any sort of organization. The rest of the hours were chaotic scrambling to make sure Mr. Blackwell’s day ran butter smooth, no hitches or bumps. I really did love my job, despite all my complaints. The long hours made me feel fulfilled and the caregiver in me enjoyed catering to my boss. I just needed a break once in a while.
I walked into Mr. Blackwell’s office to ask him about moving a meeting to accommodate his mother for lunch. Apparently, she wanted to discuss something. delicate.
“Mr. Blackwell, sir.”
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“Yes, Eden” He Tooked up from his computer. My boss was a striking man. I could understand why wom
threw themselves at him and made a complete fool of themselves whenever he was around. What wasn’t to die for? His full head of dark hair, the endless sea of blue eyes, the over six feet height with a body that was honed from hours spent in the gym and eating right, the well put together, commanding figure of him. Or the endless zeroes in his account. He was a woman magnet, much to my consternation. I was the one who had to practically beat them off with a stick for him.
I really was a jack of all trades now, all thanks to my boss.
“It’s about your mother” 1 said carefully. His eyes narrowed.
I was hesitan
to talk about his mother, after all, it was my job to keep my boss happy. and satisfied. Bringing up something that would so clearly agitate hirn was the complete opposite of my job description.
“What about her?” he asked.
“Did she try to contact you?”
“Soesn’t have my contact information.” He said.
“She’s requesting lunch with you. Today.”
“Didn’t you say my schedule was full today?”
“When hasn’t it? I almost quipped. The number of times I had had to censor myself while working with Mr. Blackwell ran in the millions. In fact, I had to adopt a totally different personality for this job. These days, I could hardly remember who I had been. before becoming his efficient assistant.
“I can delay one of your less important meetings by twenty minutes so you could have lunch together.”
“No.” his gaze went back to the computer before him.
“if you don’t have lunch with her today, she’ll show up here. I don’t want to have to handle your mother, Sir.”
Penelope Blackwell was a force of nature, smart, calculative and commanding. The only thing Mr. Blackwell had gotten from his father as far as I was concerned was his looks. Everything else was pure Penelope. Maybe that was why they crashed so much. They were two of the same people, stubborn, arrogant, detached, icy. I hated being present for their rows.
They acted like long time enemies who weren’t allowed to actually harm each other so
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they resorted to aggressive comments and doing everything in their power to piss the other off.
It was draining to watch if I were being honest.
“Okay” He said. “What time?
“Does twelve thirty work for you?” I asked. He raised a brow at me.
“Does it?” I felt my cheeks heat up.
“y–yeah, it works. I’m gonna go move that meeting now” I briskly walked out of his office, a little bit embarrassed.
It was only minutes later when I was at my table sending an email to move his meeting that Alexis‘ words came back to replay in my head like a bad omen.
“you’re the only one he ever listens to anyway.” I froze, fingers going stiff over the keyboard. My mind suddenly started supplying me with other instances where I had unknowingly coaxed Mr. Blackwell into doing something.
No. I shook my head. Thoughts like this are what led to disasters. How could I even be taking what that overgrown teenager said to mind? She thought that Egypt was the capital of Africa for God’s sake.
I pushed all of it out of my mind, determined to never think about it again. When I looked up next, Mr. Blackwell was talking to someone on the phone, his
Ves fixed on me. When my eyes met him from the glass walls of his office, I felt a shiver skitter down my spine.
It wasn’t the first time I had experienced it. I shoved it all into the box of things I
wouldn’t think about, locked it up and threw away the key.
I had no plans to examine what that feeling meant. Ever.
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