Thread: Boss's Personal Secretary

Matthias rubbed his forehead with the tips of his fingers a bit, trying to ignore the last few thumping feelings of his hangover, the most massive he had ever had. That had been one hell of a christmas party. It wasn't really that he had never partied before, never really been drinking like a sponge. But somehow, he had not exactly anticipated that the booze available at an office christmas party was all that much more potent than what he would usually have been drinking with a bunch of friends. Of course, he knew that by the numbers and the percentages and whatnot. But you never really know a damn thing about it until you've woken up with an atomic bomb going off inside your skull and absolutely no memory of most of the night before. Not exactly the happiest feeling on earth. But he had managed to kick the worst off for now and was getting ready to get back to work. It was really a bit of a miracle that he had gotten this job to begin with when he thought about it. Needing college money could make you rather desperate to find a job that paid well and that you could actually afford to LIVE on while trying to save up... and he had honestly never thought he had a shot at this place. He had just been desperate enough to try anything. But not only had he gotten a job, mostly as some sort of gofer at first, but he had climbed the ranks in a hell of a hurry, even made it as far as personal assistant, surprisingly not something that took any qualities he didn't have. He WAS actually good at his work - he had always been very organized. And with this, he would be able to pay off most of his college fees far faster than he had ever imagined... not to mention that he was working for quite possibly one of the most attractive beings to walk on two long, perfect legs. Speak of the devil, he thought to himself as he pretty much heard her heels clicking before he actually saw her walking towards him, the sound being like a ticking bomb - not to an explosion as much as a raging erection. It's not like it was a secret that this woman was incredibly attractive. He was not the only one who got a slightly different look in his eyes whenever she showed up. But this was not the time to worry about that. Pushing his glasses back in place and running a hand through golden blonde hair, he buried his nose in his papers and was ready to work when Ms. Rossom spoke to him - not something that happened too often. At least not in more than a few barking orders for papers to be sent to her or whatever. He arched an eyebrow at her question about the party, pondering about the rather casual question... and the ferocious tone it was asked with. Y-yes, Ms. Rossom. It was a blast, he said, trying to hide the fact that he didn't actually remember a damn thing whatsoever. He leaned his head back a bit as she leaned closer, trying not to obviously stare at her rather alluring cleavage. I'm not sure I understand what you--- His eyes widened when the picture fell on his desk, and he could pretty much feel his jaw dropping. There were a few seconds where he attempted to properly process what he saw, and it failed. This simply couldn't be true. Gears were grinding in his mind, trying to remember anything like this, or anything that could disprove it, but there was only a haze. As she left, he quickly grabbed the picture, tearing it in tiny pieces before disposing of it. There were a few moments of sitting there in his chair, swallowing something, tapping his foot, trying to get to work. And then he nearly leapt off his chair and headed inside the office.