Dalia's POV
I woke up when my alarm went off at 5:00 am and groaned loudly, another day to face that son of a gun. I really hope he falls and hits his head so he won't have to come to the office.
You know he can just call you to anywhere he is right? He's your boss, my subconscious mocked and I screamed into my pillow.
I sluggishly left my bed and went into the shower to take my bath. All was on my mind was how I was going to avoid my f*****g boss all through the day.
Of all jobs, why did I choose to be a personal assistant and to the devil's first son? He could have been avoided if I worked in another department but it just had to be this f*****g arrangement.
I got out of the shower and picked my outfit for the day- a black corporate gown reaching just above my knees with silver work
