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“HR has all that,” I blurt. He glares at me, and I quickly nod, shutting my mouth.

“As I was saying, I will need your banking information so I can organize your salary. There are also some other documents that need to be filled in. You will be our personal assistant, not just here but outside of work as well. You won’t be paid by the company but by us personally. Like I said earlier, you belong to us now,” he says, his lips tugging up deviously.

His words ring in my head on repeat. My mother is going to kill me. I can’t be someone’s on-call bitch. Who will get Maya to and from school? This is a nightmare. But if I say no, won’t my mother still kill me for getting fired?

Eli brings out the documents, dumping them on the desk in front of me. The pile looks daunting; exactly what they are hiding or worried about getting leaked makes me nervous. Maybe that is why the other woman ended up going nuts. What if they are secretly up to something sinister?

By the time I finish filling out the never-ending pile of documents, my hand is cramping. Like seriously, why they need to know how many sexual partners I’ve had, or my allergies and medical history is beyond me. There seem to be a lot of personal questions to be asked of an assistant.

Eli comes out, retrieving them before stalking off back to his office, and thankfully I don’t see either of them for the rest of the day. Today is my mother’s turn to pick up Maya from school, as today is her day off, meaning I don’t have to take my lunch break at her pick-up time.

When it hits five o’clock, I pack up my bag before darting to the elevator. What a day it has been, and I can’t wait to get home and sink into a hot bath.

Chapter Three

Adeline

When I reach the lobby floor, though, my phone starts ringing. I look at the screen and don’t recognize the number. Quickly answering it, I hold the phone to my ear.

“Where are you?” his booming voice comes through the phone, making me jump.

I stop dead in my tracks. What does he mean? It is time to go home, and they are already beginning to lock the building. I look around, wondering if they are watching me on the camera. They never said I couldn’t leave.

“Adeline, hello?” Cyrus’s voice sounds impatient.

“I’m in the lobby,” I stutter nervously.

Was I not supposed to leave? They didn’t exactly tell me when I was supposed to finish, so I just assumed I finished when everyone else did.

“Get back up here now! You have two minutes to be back up here, or you are fired!” he says, hanging up abruptly.

I stare at my phone screen. Shit! Two minutes? I press the button to the elevator, which is again on the top floor. I look nervously at my watch before my eyes dart to the stairs. Fuck it! Kicking off my heels, I start running up the stairs. The backs of my legs are burning by the time I get halfway up, and I am out of breath. I really need to exercise. I am so unfit.

Glancing at my watch, I have 30 seconds left and two more flights of stairs. I race up to them, my lungs feeling like they are about to burst inside my chest as I push through the door of their floor. Puffing and panting like I am about to drop dead or have a heart attack.

Eli looks at his watch and smirks while I feel like I am about to have a heart attack. I can feel how hot my face is as I grip my knees that now feel like jelly and are about to collapse from under me. I glance up at them.

They both smile like they find it funny. Is this a game to them? I have never felt such rage in all my life; I want to punch their beautiful masculine faces.

“I can’t believe she actually made it.” Cyrus chuckles at Eli, who also has the same stupid smirk on his face.

My heels clang to the ground when they slip from my fingers as my ass finds the cool surface. My entire body is aching from the exercise. I hold up a finger, telling them to give me a second. I lie back, the coldness of the tiles helping me cool down. I don’t even care about how unprofessional I look; they’ve just made me run up twelve levels of stairs. I need time to recuperate.

Cyrus walks over, looking down at me on the floor, my chest rising and falling heavily as I try to catch my breath. He crouches beside me, brushing my hair from my eyes before gripping my chin.

“Now, if only you ran like that this morning, you wouldn’t have been late,” he says before standing up.

Is this asshat for real? Is this some kind of endurance test?

He offers me his hand, and I reluctantly take it, sparks rushing up my arm. I jerk my hand away, looking at my palm before shaking my head. Cyrus, though, has a strange, knowing look on his face. Has he felt it too? Maybe it’s static from my run.

“So, what did you need me for?” I pant out, trying to catch my breath still.

Eli steps forward, handing me some paperwork, and I snatch it off him. I look down at it; it’s paperwork with numbers, addresses, and information on working for them. I quickly scan over the documents.

My eyes go wide when I see the time they expected me to start and finish. 7AM till 7PM. And they expect me to be on call in between those hours and be available on weekends. Like, do I get a day off? I shake my head; I can’t do these sorts of hours. Who will watch Maya when my mother is on shift?

“Something wrong?” Eli asks.