Meeting the Assistant

It had been six days since we'd set up HireSphere, and now it was time to meet my potential assistant. I was excited but nervous. I hadn't expected this search to take as long as it did, but finding the right person wasn't an easy task.

I arrived at the café early, trying to calm my nerves. The place was busy, with the hum of conversations and clinking of coffee cups filling the air. I found a quiet corner and sat down, checking my phone one last time to confirm the time.

When I saw her walk in, I couldn't help but feel a rush of both excitement and curiosity. She was 19, a bit older than I expected, but she had a presence about her. Her professional demeanor was contrasted by the casual setting of the café. She had clearly put effort into her appearance—a simple, elegant dress that balanced practicality and style. Her long hair framed her face in soft waves, and her expression was one of quiet determination, yet there was a hint of something more beneath the surface.

She scanned the room as if looking for someone important, and as our eyes met, she smiled nervously. She didn't seem to know what to expect, but I could tell she was sizing me up just as much as I was her.

I stood up, offering a hand. "Hi, I'm Ben," I said with a smile, my tone warm but confident. "Nice to meet you."

As I sat nervously at a corner table in the bustling café, I saw him walk in. He was just a boy—15 years old—but there was something extraordinary about him. Despite his age, he had an air of quiet authority, his posture relaxed yet assertive. He held a red cloth, a curious and unexpected accessory that seemed to signify a mind always at work.

He scanned the room with a sharp, discerning gaze that made me feel as though he could see right through the bustling crowd to where I sat. The background noise of the café seemed to fade away as he walked towards me, each step purposeful and measured.

His appearance was meticulously put together, exuding both youthful energy and a sophistication that belied his age. He wore a crisp, white shirt tucked into neatly pressed trousers, paired with stylish sneakers that grounded his look in youthful nonchalance. With Unique watch which was green in colour .The urban setting of the café, with its modern decor and large windows overlooking the city's skyline, seemed to complement his polished and confident demeanor perfectly.

As he approached, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was no ordinary teenager—he was a prodigy, someone who had already achieved more than most people twice his age. The prospect of working with him as his assistant filled me with both anticipation and a desire to prove myself worthy of the role.

I couldn't resist teasing her a bit—there was something about her that felt approachable, yet mysterious. I leaned back slightly, allowing the conversation to flow more casually.

"So, Emily, what do you think? Does this place seem like a good spot for brainstorming ideas?" I gestured around us. "It has the vibe I like—busy, but not too distracting."

She raised an eyebrow. "You're serious about this, aren't you?"

"Of course," I said, my grin widening. "What, you thought I wouldn't be?"

Her laugh was light, and it made the moment feel a little more relaxed. I could tell she had a sharp mind—someone who wasn't easily fooled. I liked that.

"Okay, I get it," she said. "I'm interested. But you should know… I didn't leave my last job just because I wanted something new. My boss… he wanted more than just a professional relationship." She hesitated before continuing, her voice quieter. "I had to quit. I wasn't going to put up with that."

I nodded, my expression softening. "I get it. No one should ever feel like they're being forced into something they're not comfortable with. And if you're here, that means you want something real, something that's about what you're good at—not anything else."

Emily looked at me, her gaze shifting from cautious to curious. "So, what exactly would I be doing here?"

I didn't miss a beat. "I need you to handle a few key things for me. First, the search for office space. We're going to be moving our operations to California in the next few months, so finding the right place to set up the company is top priority."

"Got it. What else?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with interest.

"Second, you'll help me manage some of the logistics. You know, organizing meetings, coordinating with freelancers, and handling some of the communications. You'll be my right hand when it comes to running things day-to-day."

Her smile returned, this time more assured. "Sounds like a challenge. But I'm up for it."

I leaned forward again, my voice dropping slightly. "And just so you know, I don't take the assistant role lightly. I expect you to bring your A-game, but I'll make sure you're well taken care of. We're building something big, and I need someone who's serious about making it happen."

She studied me for a moment, as if weighing my words. Finally, she nodded. "Alright, Ben. I'll do my best."

I grinned. "Good. And we'll start with finding the right office space. The sooner we lock that down, the sooner we can start scaling."

As we exchanged pleasantries, I couldn't help but feel like this was the start of something big. Emily seemed sharp, determined, and more than capable of handling what was coming next. I knew she'd be an asset to the team.

As we continued talking, Ben's eyes shifted from the lively crowd outside the café to me, his gaze firming as he laid out the terms of our agreement. "I want everything set up within a month," he said, his voice calm but resolute. "Midtown High starts in a few weeks, and I need everything to be in motion by then. I'm not just running a business—I'm also managing school, which means I can't waste time on delays. I need things done efficiently."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised at the weight of his words. A fifteen-year-old, already balancing a business with school? It seemed unreal, but from what I had seen, Ben was the kind of person who could do anything he set his mind to. There was no hesitation in his eyes as he spoke. He knew what he wanted, and he was determined to make it happen.

"So, we've got a lot to do, huh?" I said, leaning forward slightly.

Ben nodded, crossing his arms casually. "Exactly. It's going to be tough, but I've got a plan. First, we focus on relocating the company to California, getting a bigger office and setting up our team. Then we can hit the ground running with marketing and finding more clients. By the time school starts, we should be in full swing." His eyes flicked over to the red cloth he was carrying, a subtle reminder that, like everything else, even this small detail had a purpose.

I could tell he wasn't the type to waste time. Every minute counted.

"We're going to need to work fast, but I trust you can handle it," Ben said, offering a confident smile. "You've got what it takes."

I nodded, feeling the weight of the responsibility sink in. "You can count on me, Ben. We'll get everything ready in time."

"Good," he said, his voice light, but there was an undeniable seriousness behind it. "I need a team that moves quickly. And no distractions. That means everything's gotta be organized by the end of this month."

He glanced at the clock on the wall and then back at me. "We've got one month to make sure this business is a well-oiled machine by the time I head back to school. Let's get started."

As we shook hands, I couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement and nervousness. Working with someone like Ben, someone so ahead of the game, was both intimidating and thrilling. But I was ready to rise to the challenge. The next few weeks would be a whirlwind—preparing for the move to California, organizing the business, and making sure everything was in place before school began.

Ben was already thinking about the future, and now, so was I. It was time to get to work