The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 22

It was drawing close to seven in the evening when Felix felt a presence hovering above him. He ignored it and continued to type on his keyboard determinedly. He had been able to spot the errors in the program he had been writing all week and intended on correcting them before he answered whoever it was that required his attention. He looked up from his laptop’s screen. His eyes were red and his back was sore from the lengthy time he had spent hunched over the laptop. He found his new personal assistant staring down at him earnestly.

Despite the day’s tasking events, she still managed to look put together and generally unaffected. He probably looked like the walking dead. He was glad there wasn’t a mirror nearby for him to see how disheveled he looked. Cassie was an excellent PA, often going the extra mile for all the tasks that he asked her to do. She was quick and efficient and used her initiative when performing tasks. She might not have known it, but her suggestion about creating a map for the company and adding signs to the doors was a brilliant one. When he had asked her to fetch him a pen, she had asked the color he wanted. It wasn’t part of her job description, but she had still been nice enough to ask him for his lunch order and had gone to fetch it for him. Despite all her good qualities, it was still obvious that this was Cassie’s first PA gig. She was constantly asking about the method of doing things and where various things were located. After he had snapped at her when she asked what to do with a report from the HR department, she had resorted to going on the internet to ask her questions. He was more than okay with that. It left him with more than enough time to brood over his life and fret about the lines of code he had been writing.

“Yes?” He asked. “Can I help you?”

“Yes sir,” Cassie answered. “You asked that I should send the minutes of this afternoon’s meeting with Mr. Luther Hart to your inbox but you never gave me your email address.”

Felix had to restrain himself from laughing. It was true that he had asked her to type out the minutes of that afternoon’s meeting in detail and send it to his mail. But did she really think that he wanted the minutes of the waste-of-time meeting that his waste-of-oxygen stepfather had held? “Miss Peters.” He started in a bored drawl. “I’d like to assume that you have a functioning brain.”

Cassie balked at his statement. Of course, she had a functioning brain! How dare he insinuate otherwise?! She struggled to keep her anger in check as she replied. “I do, sir.”