The Assistant by Vallen Green

The Assistant
     
    Abigail Hawkins sat quietly in her chair, listening intently to what her boss was saying. When she got called to come into Evelyn Pritchett’s office, she had expected a new laundry list of tasks that she needed to accomplish. Input meeting times into the daily planner, make salon appointments, send replies for missed calls, pick up dry cleaning, order food – it was only a few of the things she was asked to do as the personal assistant to one of the hardest working women in town. But when the CEO of Pritchett Media started on a whole different tangent, she didn’t know what to think.
     
    “I know it’s not what you signed up for,” Evelyn said, a hint of sadness in her voice. “You’re my assistant after all and not a nanny, but at this rate, I don’t know what else to do about him. I know you’ll be able to keep him in line and maybe being closer to his age would help.”
     
    “Thank you for saying that, ma’am,” Abigail replied. “And I understand. I know for a fact that he’s been causing you more stress than being in meetings for 12 hours straight, so maybe it is necessary to do this.”
     
    “I just don’t know where things went wrong and when he started to think that acting out now will be okay,” the older woman sighed.
     
    Abigail offered a small smile, feeling sympathy towards her boss at the trouble she had to deal with – the “trouble” being her own son and heir to her company and fortune, Blake Pritchett.
     
    Blake was most like a local celebrity. Not only was he rich and the son of one of the most successful women in the country, but he was also smart, graduating top of his class from Syracuse University at the age of 22. Despite being who he was, he decided to start at an entry level position in his family’s own company, working his way up like any honest man.
     
    If that wasn’t enough, he was a looker standing at 6’4” with blonde hair and the clearest green eyes. Put all of that together with his natural charm, he had women falling over themselves to even just stand next to him. And that was where the issues began.
     
    Being who he was, he rarely found himself in relationships. He either couldn’t trust anyone enough that they were after his heart and not his money or his busy schedule just didn’t permit being in a committed relationship. But he had figured that if there were women willing to give him satisfaction for even just a night, then he’d take it.
     
    The reason Evelyn was so stressed over her son’s indiscretions weren’t because of women coming out of the woodwork spilling intimate details or claiming they were pregnant with his child. She casually waved those off knowing her son was smarter than that. What she was worried about was the fact that his work seemed to be suffering – always late coming into the office, missing important meetings, being unable to make project deadlines. With the hopes of grooming Blake to take control of the business once she decided to retire, Evelyn wanted Abigail to become her son’s personal assistant instead.
     
    ***
     
    Blake slammed a fist against his desk as soon as he received his mother’s email, not at all liking the idea of having her personal assistant take over his affairs. I’m not a fucking 5-year old that needs a babysitter, he thought bitterly.
     
    He knew why his mother had decided to sic a personal assistant on him but that didn’t mean he had to like it. What was so wrong about what he was doing anyway? He was a young man with a thirst for enjoying life, and for him that meant enjoying the company of a woman every now and then. It wasn’t like he was going out and fathering illegitimate children on anyone who would spread her legs. He had more common sense than that. But having someone constantly hound him about schedules would certainly throw a few kinks for his out of work activities.
     
    It was then that he decided maybe he’d have some fun with this arrangement, maybe