4 Chapter Two

What I wasn't expecting at all, though, was the turn of events I faced that night while having dinner and reading the contract Ryan gave to me. If I signed it, I would be promoted and my salary would be increased, but then I would have to give up on my current duties and be trained by Ryan since I would take the workstation of his assistant.

I wasn't sure if I liked that change or not; I was happy with my current duties and schedule and becoming Ryan's assistant would just mean that I would have to do extra hours whether it was taking his calls or just buying a new suit for him.

That would also mean I got to spend more hours closer to him than I was now. The project he wanted me to work on was mean to be done by a team and I supposed said "team" would be him and me since he didn't mention anyone else. I had to think about it, but, at the same time, Ryan asked me to answer him on Monday. I had just one day to make a decision that would change the course of my job and life forever.

Unless it was only for this project, which I didn't have the answer for. I knew I had to ask about this before giving him any answer, whether it was yes or no. If the change was only temporary, I knew I could do it. No doubt. But, if it was going to be permanent, then I had to make sure I was making the right choice.

Since it was Saturday night, I chose to let it go for now. I wasn't keen on getting a headache just because of my boss and a project. I would have enough time to think about it.

Finishing my dinner, I left the dirty dishes and went to my living room where it was all a mess from that morning when I thought I was late. If I wasn't so... me, none of this would have happened. That damn project would be someone else's problem and not mine. Furthermore, I would have slept my hangover off and not worrying about something I didn't think I was ready for. Besides, being an assistant wasn't what I studied for. I was a graduated damn lawyer, not just his assistant.

I was definitely telling him about that. And I would do it right now. I was going to call him and put him in his place, even if he's my fucking boss. I wasn't allowing this.

After a few minutes of researching through my documents and contracts, I realized I didn't have his number. But I, indeed, had his email. That was a start, was it? Also, it would be more professional than just calling him on a Saturday night.

I sat on my couch, grabbing my laptop and putting it on my legs. I stared at the screen for about fifteen minutes without knowing where to start from.I doubted, was this a good idea? I didn't want to bother him, but on the other hand, if he was busy right now, or maybe on a night out, he wouldn't have to answer if he didn't want to. Besides, it wasn't like a call. Maybe he wouldn't even see it until tomorrow or Monday morning.

Yep, I would do it.

I got up and was determined to get myself a glass of wine. I needed to relax before starting to type said email I would send my boss to let him know the questions and doubts I had about the promotion.

I poured myself the first glass, drinking it in just one big sip and poured some more, this time taking it with me, sitting down on the couch again.

From: Sophia Godfrey

To: Ryan Nelson (Nelson's Associates)

Subject: Some inquiries

Boss,

I write to you because of some inquiries about the project we were talking about this morning in the office I'm quite pissed off. The contract mentions a promotion to become your "personal assistant" I wasn't aware of or warned about before. I think it was a remarkable change I would have liked to know of before getting myself in this.

I hope you know I'm a graduate lawyer before you hired me and I will still be one if you ever fire me, so I won't have a problem in finding a boss that appreciates my qualities as a lawyer. To conclude, I would like to know more details about the said promotion and how it actually works.

P.S. I hope to get some kind of warning next time before you throw one of those drafts at me again.

Regards,

S.G.

After reading it aloud a few times, I sighed, breathing deeply and clicking the mouse. The email was sent now, there was no way back or way to undo what I just did.

Getting up from the couch once more, I went to the fridge and took out the bottle of white wine I have been drinking and took it with me. Sitting, I poured one more glass and sat back, feeling the fresh liquid going down my throat. My mind was blank until I heard a little bell ring, it was a new notification. Refreshing the emails section, I gulped when I saw Ryan has just answered me. At first, I thought it was some kind of no-reply-to email that was immediately sent to a person to let them know when the message was delivered correctly to the receptor.

But when I opened it, I was actually surprised. He replied.

To: Sophia Godfrey

From: Ryan Nelson

Subject: Some inquiries

Dear Sophia,

I'm well aware of your value as a lawyer, that's why I hired you, don't even think I would get you fired and let that potential of yours go to my rivals, besides, you would never find a boss as handsome as me, would you? We'll talk about it on Monday when you give me an actual answer.

Have a good night and weekend,

Ryan Nelson.

CEO and founder of Nelson's Associates.

What the hell. Was he actually playing games with me? I was angry and started typing again. I knew I had to follow his rules, but it was my job I was talking about and this man was laughing at me in my face? Not on my watch.

To: Ryan Nelson

From: Sophia Godfrey

Subject: Some inquiries

Boss,

I won't be able to give you an answer if I'm not sure of what I'm getting myself into. I don't say yes to anything, even if it's a promotion or a salary increase, before knowing all the details.

It's good news knowing you aren't thinking of firing me just yet, but don't forget I could always hand you my resignation letter if I'm not content with the treatment in your business.

P.S. No comment on the "handsome" boss part.

Kind regards,

S.G.

Smiling to myself and high-fiving me mentally for the well elaborated and refine answer I just sent, I checked the clock, realizing it was nearly midnight.

Not giving myself a chance to see if he replied again, I turned off the laptop, stretching myself on my way to my room. I was feeling tipsy and didn't want to risk saying anything I would regret tomorrow or even making a mistake.

Sunday would be another day and a fresh start. It would also be the day I did my decision, whether to take the project and own it or not.