CEO's Personal Secretary

Meals With Mr. Atticus?

"You look flustered, Bells. Are you okay?" Tobias asked me when he came to pick me up. I licked my lips, nodding my head as I smiled at him warmly. Please, don't get suspicious, brother.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired." And a little shocked by Mr. Atticus' good behaviour.

Tobias nodded his head, starting his bike and we both rode to our house. I stifled a yawn as the gush of wind hit my face, making me hum in pleasure. It feels like I had forgotten nature. That nature has forgotten me. Before I could've enjoyed more of this fresh air, open environment, happy neighborhood, Tobias parked his bike in the parking lot.

"I have not cooked yet, Bells. I came late from my extra class. If you're too hungry we can order food from online." He said and I shook my head, laughing softly as he pushed open our house. Ah, home sweet home.

"Nah, it's okay. I'll cook today. It's been a while I had been into kitchen." I said with a smile and he sighed, shaking his head as he took the bag from my hand and three it over the sofa, making me roll my eyes.

"No need, Bells. You already words hours more than you used to work in your office. No need to burden yourself anymore. You go, freshen up, I'll cook something for us." He said and I rolled my eyes at him again.

"Shut up, T. You go and study. You have your exams two months laters. I'll cook today. And it wasn't a very busy day at work." I said smiling secretly as I looked at my brother who had his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"I thought you are always busy in your work. I thought your boss doesn't believe in giving you salary for doing nothing." He mocked Mr. Atticus, making us both laugh in unison. Oh, thank God, we can joke about him without the fear of getting caught.

"I'll be back in ten." I said before rushing in my room. I took out an old t-shirt and a pair of pyjamas before I walked inside my bathroom.

I let the hot water to run on my skin, warming my body, massaging my sore muscles. I closed my eyes as I stayed in the bathtub for another minute before I rinsed myself and changed into my fresh sets of clothes.

When I walked downstairs, Tobias was cutting the vegetables, making me narrow my eyes as I rushed towards him and took the knife from him. He looked at me, a mischievous smile forming on his face as he rolled his eyes took the knife back from me.

"We'll cook together, okay? We both know how fast you can dice the vegetables. You cook the food, I'll cut the vegetables for you. Okay?" He said and I pouted, hitting his shoulders and he chuckled.

"You're such a mean brother. My speed of cutting vegetables is just fine! You dice them fast. Any way, if you want to help then it's okay with me. I'll be a good sister and let you help." I said and he snorted, nodding his head.

I took the pan from the top shelf and placed it on the stove and poured some oil in it before sauteing the vegetables in it. Once we were done cooking, we sat down to have our dinner. It felt so good. To eat without any deadlines to complete. To eat without anyone to disturb.

"Goodnight, Bells." Tobias said, patting my head and I laughed, ruffling his hair.

"I'm the older one here, dear brother. And goodnight. And stop getting into troubles." I said, staring at him pointedly and he smiled back at me.

"Can't do that, Bells. Sleep now." He said and I nodded my head, walking into my room to sleep.

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"Your coffee, Mr. Atticus." I said, walking into his office at sharp seven in the morning.

He was sitting in his chair, working on his laptop. He looked up from his desktop and suddenly the events from yesterday flashed in front of my eyes. Him applying ointment on my neck.

Stop it, Bellarosa Wilson! Stop it.

"Place it down. How is your neck?" He asked me and I swallowed, touching the skin around my neck. It didn't hurt at all.

"I'm fine, Mr. Atticus. Your ointment worked wonders." I said, blinking my eyes teasingly at him and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he started typing on his laptop again.

"What should I order for your breakfast, Sir?" I asked him, removing my notepad and he looked up from his desktop, opening his mouth before he closed it back, shaking his head.

"The usual. I don't have varieties, Miss Wilson. Stop asking me same questions everyday. Order the usual. And from now on, you'll order the same for two. Did you get me?" He said and I looked up from my notepad, nodding my head as confusion clouded my mind.

"You want me to order breakfast for two, every day?" I cross checked with him and he took a deep breath in, sipping on his coffee.

"No, Wilson. Hear me properly first. From now on, you'll order every meal for two. Okay?" He said and I nodded my head. Wow. This man is going to eat food of two, all alone? Or he is going to invite someone every day for food?

The latter sounded a little more unbelievable than the former. Mr. Atticus wasting his "precious" money for someone else? Now, that's something new. Something I never thought he would do.

"Miss Wilson?"

"Miss Wilson!"

"Miss Wilson!" He barked and I blinked out of my thoughts, smiling sweetly at him.

"I got distracted again, Mr. Atticus. But you might mistake it for my hearing impairment. And I'll have to assure you again that I am not sick. And then you'll threaten me by deducting my wages. So, I'll reduce your work— I am not suffering from any malady." I said.

He grounded his jaw in pure annoyance as he glared at me. And if looks could kill, he would have definitely killed me with seven different ways.

"I swear, Miss Wilson. I have never had any employee as annoying and as infuriating as you." He said with his clenched teeth and I smiled shyly at him, feigning my timidness.

"Even I have never had any boss as tyrant as you. Same pinch? Anyways, should I book an appointment with your guest with whom you're going to eat your meals today? Under what name should I schedule this appointment?" I asked him, getting my schedule copy out of the file I had carried with me to write and he thought for a second before nodding my head.

"Yeah, right it down. Book the appointment under the name of Miss Bellarosa Wilson." He said and I choked on my breath, looking at him with my wide eyes and he simply rose his eyebrows in reaction.

"Under what name?" I asked him again and he sucked in a breath. I must be really annoying him for his often breathe in and out to calm himself down.

"You heard me, Miss Wilson." He said and I shook my head.

"Maybe I really need hearing aids. I heard you wanted to book an appointment under my name." I said and he tilted his head, letting me see his serious expressions and I realised, I had heard correct.

"Get this in your schedule added, Miss Wilson. You will eat your meals in my office from now on. In morning, ten o' clock and in afternoon, three o' clock. Sharp. I hate tardiness. Even if it is for formal meals." He said and I furrowed my eyebrows, shaking my head. What the hell!

"And since when did this happen?" I asked him.

"Since today. Since now. And take it as your training for the formal dinner in the Atticus Night Ball. I don't want my personal secretary to not know about table rules ans ethics." He said and my mouth hung open. The audacity of this man!

"Excuse me! You think, I don't how to eat? And why would I be attending your ball night, Mr. Atticus? That's not professional at all."

"With me, everything is professional, Miss Wilson. Nothing is personal. Atticus Night Ball is one of the biggest parties that are organised around the world. And when I say one of the biggest, I mean of the biggest. Big politicians, government officials, businessmen and businesswomen, lawyers, judges. I want my personal secretary to be there and keep her eyes on every big name." He said and I rolled my eyes at him.

"So, you want me to act your James Bond in the party? Be a f*****g spy?"

"Language, Miss Wilson! I'm your Boss!" He said and I took a deep breath in. Exactly, why are you even my damn boss!

"Is there any chance that your mafia friends and assassin besties might come?" I asked him and he smiled. Mr. Atticus smiled!

"Of course not, Miss Wilson. This is completely a business oriented party. And those types of parties you're referring to aren't organized with transparency. I am a very big name, Miss Wilson. With a very clean slate. I hope you know what I mean." He said and I knew what he was exactly trying to explain to me.

"Very well, Sir. I'll be personal James Bond. Anything else bizzare you want me to do in your service, Mr. Atticus?"

"Get me the files of Blue Enterprises and send Thames Evans inside my office from advertisement department." He ordered.

"Right away, Mr. Atticus."

"Oh and Miss Wilson?" He called me out when I reached near his door, making me turn around to face him.

"Yes, Mr. Atticus?"

"Get rid of your heels, Miss Wilson. They are very distracting. Get a pair of shoes for yourself before lunch." I narrowed my gaze at him. This man!

"I hope you do realise, Mr. Atticus, you have reduced my salary. You have not given me a raise that you think I can afford a pair of shoes now." I said and he rose his brows at me.

"I am sure the salary I pay you is not that less that you can't buy a pair of shoes with them, Miss Wilson." He said and I smiled at him. Of course, Mr. Atticus. You pay me f*****g thousands of dollars!

"I don't think how your distraction is any of my concern, Mr. Atticus." I said, sweetly and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I was being kind enough of warning you to buy shoes beforehand, Miss Wilson. Because post lunch, you'll have to run a lot. And I am not very sure if your heels would be a good choice then."