Page 3 of The Boss’s Obsession
“You’re very welcome, but you should know it wasn’t charity. Well, maybe in the first few weeks,” I said bluntly. “But you soon proved yourself to be the best assistant I’ve ever had.”
Sienna smiled faintly. “That means a lot, given I know your exacting standards,” she said, with a wry tone to her voice I couldn’t quite decipher. “And now, I want to use everything you’ve taught me, and make my way in the world. I thank you for everything.”
I stared at her, the words swirling around my head, and not making a single piece of sense. “Meaning?” I asked abruptly, a terrible foreboding crowding other thoughts out of my head.
“Meaning, I’m giving you my two weeks’ notice, Mr. Turner. I’m resigning.”
CHAPTER3
Sienna
“Cheers!”
The sound of clinking glasses filled the air, as I toasted my friends in a dive bar not far from my apartment in the West Village. My father had bought the place when I was a student, and yes, I was well aware of how painfully entitled that made me. After his company had gone into liquidation after his death, with the debts outweighing the assets after a particularly ill-judged investment he’d made when his mental health had been declining, there wasn’t anything left but the apartment. It was all I needed. I had a place to live and I was fit and healthy, with a good education behind me, and now, a position as Executive Assistant to Ronan Turner would put me in good stead for other positions.
“Here’s to getting off work at four-thirty and flexible working!”
“Here’s to a three-week paid vacation for my honeymoon!”
“Here’s to having a two-day weekend!” I joined in.
“Girl, your job is my nightmare.” Tanya, my childhood bestie wrinkled her nose at me, and my other bestie, Robbie nodded in agreement.
“Well, that’s why I’m moving on, if you know anyone who is hiring.”
Robbie narrowed his eyes as he sipped his cocktail. “Heath would probably have you at the gallery, though he’d try and sleep with you within three days.”
“Right, that’s not great. I still can’t believe you have a boss called Heath,” Tanya muttered.
“Heath’s an angel. He’s giving a gay man three weeks of paid honeymoon vacation. He’s going to heaven.”
“Right, cheers to Heath, but I don’t want to be in the position of having to avoid a lecherous boss.”
Tanya laughed and slid her eyes my way. “Don’t be salty just because your burning hunk of tech genius doesn’t sleep with his staff.”
I flushed, feeling called out. “I wouldn’t have slept with him even if he’d tried it on,” I muttered.
Tanya and Robbie locked eyes and both laughed at the same time. “Liar!”
“Whatever. Who cares. Soon he’ll be my ex-boss, and if I feel that way, it's just because I’ve been so busy for the last year, I haven’t even had a single date last until the end, never mind get any proper action.”
“Yeah, and it shows. You are wound tighter than a spring. You need to get that seen to, stat,” Robbie said, waving a hand in the general direction of my body.
“I plan to. Once my two weeks’ notice is up, I’m lining up a procession of dates… a parade if you will!” My wild gesture with my cocktail glass caught the edge of the table and spilled my mojito across my skirt. “Damn it.”
“Hey, be careful with those designer threads. It’s not every boss who buys their assistants luxury bags, shoes, and clothes to come to work in.”
“Well, not everyone is as meticulous when it comes to their image. I could hardly go to the kind of meetings that Mr. Turner does with cheap stuff on.”
“Honey, no one notices the assistant, don’t be confused, anyway, you grew up rich. Ronan Turner is a weirdo who just likes to dress you, and I think you might miss him a little when you move on.” Tanya slipped her hair back. “If he lets you, that is,” she added.
“Lets me?” I asked, puzzled by her choice of words.
“That man is obsessed with two things,” Tanya said, holding up her fingers to tick the items off. “His job, and you.”
“Me?” I couldn’t stop the incredulous laugh that left me at her flippant words. “You really don’t know him. He doesn’t care about me at all. If you knew him, you’d realize how funny that is.”
I drowned the rest of my drink, still chuckling at the idea that Ronan Turner cared about me in the slightest. He respected my work ethic, and how I made his schedule smooth, but that was it.
