Page 3 of Bossed Around By the Bratva

He got up so quickly that he almost threw over his glass of water. “Yes, I have,” he uttered.

“Please interview the candidates that come in and make sure I have someone by Monday,” I added.

“Yes, yes, no problem. I will get you the most qualified PA who knows all the ins and outs,” he assured me as I walked out.

I took two boxes of files, notes, and client profiles home to do over the weekend. I didn’t mind hard work or long hours. But the little personal life I had was now nonexistent.

By Monday morning, I was in a storm. I barely slept six hours over the weekend. This week, I held two presentations, and I was far from ready. I placed the boxes in my car and headed to the office. I hoped that the third-floor manager had managed to get someone.

If not, this would be the week I was going to resign and leave the country. My brothers would understand, but the rest. Well, of them, I wasn’t as sure.

It was the first time since I took over that I was late. I parked in my usual spot underground and took the elevator to the top floor. I left the boxes as I would send someone to get them once I had my coffee and signed the documents that came this morning for a bid we placed.

One of the accountants stepped onto the elevator on the fourth floor. He was mumbling something about the new hire. I was so focused on what I had to get done, I didn’t have time for this discussion.

Storming out of the elevator, I didn’t even see the woman sitting before my office door. The fourth-floor manager stood waiting at the reception desk. The woman behind the desk rose and held out a stack of notes. “Not now,” I breathed out after collecting my messages from the receptionist. The manager nodded and left in a rush.

Turning to the left, I wanted nothing more than to get to my office. Have a cup of coffee and sign the real estate papers. The accountant walked with me towards my office, still mumbling. I was almost there when I caught sight of her.

Her dark caramel eyes filled with passion instantly pulled my attention. Her dark blond hair was tied up with two strands decorating her shoulders. Something inside me shifted. Feeling my breath catching in my throat, I knew I had to get past her quickly.

Remembering the accountant at my side, I turned, chasing him back to his office. I was struggling to pull my eyes from her. Realizing I was staring, I felt angry at myself. Needing to get out of her presence, I stormed into the office.

The coffee could wait. I headed straight to my desk. One thing at a time, I reprimanded myself. Grabbing the documents from the receiving tray, I pulled out my pen. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the movement in the front part of my office. Looking up, I studied her as she stood by the desk in the front section.

Chapter 2 - Zhenya

Standing in front of the massive building, my heart skipped a beat. Excitement rushed through me as I finally got an opportunity to show my brothers what I was capable of. I was going to work as Akim Dubow’s PA.

“Good day,” I said softly to the guard at the entrance. Holding up the memo note with Akim’s name and the building address on it, I continued. “Am I at the right place?”

“Yes, miss,” he replied, opening the door. “Elevator to the right. Top floor.”

“Thank you,” I added, walking past him.

Being the youngest Chernykh, my brothers have always treated me like a baby. Especially Iosif! They didn’t want me involved in the family business. But since my eighteenth birthday last year, I have insisted. It is all I have ever wanted. I wanted to be one of them, part of the family.

They tried every trick in the book over the last year to get me to back off. They forbade me, tried to scare the living bejesus out of me, and even took all my privileges away. But nothing has changed my mind yet, and nothing ever will.

My sisters might have been fine with taking a seat on the back burner, but not me. I was a wild soul and burned with a desire to live my life fully. Their recent tactics were to try and fool me. They wanted me to believe they were on board with my choice. But I could see through their eager visage.

They were only keeping me busy with meager tasks. The insignificant tasks they have been throwing my way, like tossing a dog a bone, had left me feeling humiliated. But no more, I was going to show them all!

I heard Iosif and Avgust discuss the new alliance. Sticking out my feelers eventually paid off as I learned about the job opening. Getting in took some work. I had to keep my head low as I duped the managers, the guards, and the staff who knew me. Luckily, there weren’t many.

But I had persuaded one of the managers and he spread the word. They were now all under the assumption that my brothers wanted me in this position. I had convinced them it was a plot to learn what the Morozov and Dubow families were up to. I was there to spy on them and report back to my brothers. Thus, they couldn’t tell anyone who I was, as it would ruin the plans.

Smiling at my reflection in the elevator window, I felt pleased. My white corporate suit fit like a glove, hugging my figure. The skirt had a slight flare at the bottom, ending just above my knees. The mother-of-pearl stilettos glittered, making my calves pop. My large breasts showed just enough cleavage between the folds of the jacket to attract attention.

I had to admit I was surprised that there were no hitches in my plan. Yet, if my brothers hadn’t been so distracted by the alliance, I might not have gotten away with it. For that, I was thankful.

This was my time to shine, to prove I wasn’t useless. Stepping out on the fourth floor, I greeted the receptionist. “I’m the new PA for Akim,” I said, smiling.

She barely looked up from her computer as she replied. “One more floor up, hun.”

Getting back in the elevator, I was joined by a young man in a suit. “Morning,” he huffed, pressing the button for the first floor. His eyes moved to my breasts and lingered for a second.

“Morning,” I replied, moving to the corner. I kept my head down as I didn’t know if any of the other staff might knowwho I was. If they haven’t been informed of my cover, it could cause issues. Stepping out on the top floor, I decided I would find the manager during lunch to confirm my cover.

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