It was yet another morning and I had to prepare for work.

I quickly went to prepare, freshening up and wearing a lacy black skirt and a white off the shoulder top and black heels. I tied my black hair in a neat bun and wore a little makeup on my face. When I was done, I carried my bag with my things and locked the door before leaving.

I walked to the closest bus stop. I had missed the first bus and I was already running late. The New York morning traffic jam was usual, especially on Monday mornings. Several cars were passing by and I knew I couldn't wait for the next bus. Taking a taxi became my next option. I hailed a taxi and when I finally got hold of one I was already thirty minutes late.

As soon as the taxi dropped me in front of the building, I quickly hurried in. Everyone I came across seemed to be in a hurry too. Something told me that the new boss is going to be difficult. I entered the elevator which was crowded with employees frantically searching through files or making calls and arrangements. Today was surely going to be a busy one.

The elevator stopped and I came out heading to my post, the open office before the boss. I was a personal assistant to the former boss who died three days ago, Michael Adrios. Hopefully, I get to keep my position, that's if his son wants me to. I was hoping that he'd be bearable like his father.

Nearing my office I saw a guy whose back was faced to me asking a girl passing by for me. "And where the hell is the supposed personal assistant?" the anger and annoyance in his tone were very evident as he shouted causing me to get nervous.

Oh God helps me not to be fired.

"I'm here Sir." I slowly answered in a low voice.

He turned around to look at me and when my eyes met his my heart stopped beating.