The CEO’s personal assistant

Tired day at work

The meeting came quite earlier than I expected and Big boss and I were already heading to one of the conference rooms, I felt stupid for thinking about that soon coming wedding that, I had almost messed things up when it was almost time. My files were not yet arranged and I almost left the presentation laptop and only remembered some distance away, I did retrieve it but I wasn’t looking my normal self. Boy was I not feeling well today, I just wanted to be back in bed under my blanket and close my eyes, even for a second. As we got to the door leading to the conference room, I had to halt immediately in my steps almost heading face first into big boss’s shoulders when the f**k had he stopped walking and why didn’t I notice.

“ Is there something I should know”, he didn’t turn to look at me or did he even seem to want to do that but he had asked and that was okay.

“ I’m sorry” I tried to blink.

we talk about this when we are done here then.

I nodded and yet I didn’t seem to refuse the thoughts of telling my boss about my past relationship and how the news of his wedding seems to make me realize, I wanted a family of my own too. Mr Warner entered the room first and every board member in that room stood on their feet to greet him. He held power where ever we went. I entered right after him to a scene of seven well dressed males on their feet greeting my boss. “ This is my PA” he said as if they didn’t know. After getting awards abone awards, I still don’t believe anyone in the business world wouldn’t know I worked for Mr Warner.

Shall we sit and move on to talk business already, I thought as I scanned the room and began to set up the files for my boss, like I always did in such meetings. I sat at Mr Warner’s side as usual and watched as the meeting commenced. An hour or three we were done and my assistance of butting in to help was never called on and boy was I glad. I didn’t have the power to do anything now and I was just not ready for the day. Everyone seemed to buy what we bought on board and they seemed to want to partner up with our company, not that we need funds but why not. I did my part by keeping up with the intel’s of the meeting which I would have to write an email about.

I thought this life of mine couldn’t get any worst and yet it did.

I was finally off my duties for the day, I got some groceries for the week, I pulled in my car late at night and shoved myself into my room. Too tired to cook, I ordered a nice hotpot meal for myself. I still didn’t understand why I liked this food that much and the fact that I wasn’t introduced to this but I just want to my kitchen one day and cooked myself some hotpot and I was forever trapped in it’s wings. I pulled myself into the shower and did a little clean up, mike was already asleep. Good for you I thought. I laid down and didn’t know when I had closed my eyes.

I'm drifting through a dreamlike haze, my mind a jumble of fragmented images and emotions. I'm a little girl again, standing in a sun-drenched field filled with wildflowers that seem to sway to the rhythm of my heartbeat.

As I look around, I see a little boy standing in front of me. We're holding hands, our small fingers intertwined. But when I try to look at his face, it's a blur. I strain my eyes, trying to bring his features into focus, but they remain frustratingly indistinct.

The little boy's voice is clear, though, and it's filled with a sense of promise. "We'll get married when we grow up," he says, his words dripping with sincerity. "We'll live together in a big house with a garden full of flowers."

I feel a surge of excitement at his words, and I nod eagerly. "Yes, yes, we will!" I exclaim, my voice barely above a whisper.

As we make our promise, the dream begins to shift and swirl around me. The flowers fade into the background, and the sky turns a pale shade of blue. I try to hold onto the image of the little boy, but he's slipping away from me.

I reach out, desperate to hold onto the moment, but it's too late. The dream is fading, and I'm left with only the faintest memory of the little boy's words: "We'll get married when we grow up..."

I try to cling to the dream, but it's slipping away from me like sand between my fingers. I'm left with a sense of longing and nostalgia, wondering who that little boy was and why our promise felt so real.

As I slowly come back to reality, I'm met with the familiar surroundings of my bedroom. The morning sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow over everything. I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering fogginess of the dream,but the memory of the little boy's words stays with me, echoing in my mind like a gentle whisper. "We'll get married when we grow up..." I wonder if it was just a silly childhood promise, or if it was something more.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, planting my feet firmly on the ground. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering fogginess of the morning. As I stood up and began to get ready for the day, my mind was already focused on the tasks ahead. I had a busy day at work, and I needed to be sharp.

The dream I had the night before was already a distant memory, forgotten in the haze of morning routine. I didn't give it a second thought as I went about my day, unaware of the subtle impact it would have on my thoughts and feelings in the hours to come.