His Personal Assistant √

2//B R O K E

'Kendall Anderson'

"Who are you?"

Shįt I didn't even hear the door open but even worst I didn't see this guy standing in front of me

I may have not looked up to see who it was but I didn't need to be Sherlock to know that his a men

"Uh..I..I" came on say something Kendall. "You know what your name is no matter to me, what matters is what are you doing here?"

Say something, "Uh... I... I...Am working....at th..the kitchen" don't blame me for being socially awkward. I was a nerd in high school remember.

"Um...um get back to work. I don't pay you to sit and...read?" He mocked me at The beginning and the way he said read was like it was harmful to him

"Yes sir" I quickly close my book and get up in the processes my book slips out of my hand leading hard on the floor.

Oh shįt, God help me now. Picking up my book I quickly move myself from that embarrassing scene.

"Chris, I'm done. Can I go home now, am exhausted" after my embarrassing moment with that rude man, I came back to the kitchen to do my job.

"Your such a girl" Chris hands me a brown envelope with what am guess is my money and food for the night. Well obviously the food was not in the envelope

"Whatever, you still love me" I have learnt that no matter what happens Chris will always love me. I guess that's what brothers are for

I quickly get out of the manson hoping I would never see any one of those rich people ever again

After about ten minutes I reach the bus stop and in time to, because the bus had just pulled up. I looked out the window seeing as we moved from the richer side of the city to the more poorer side

It's such a shame on how I have an almost finished PHD but still living like the poor.

I know your thinking at the age of 20 and she's almost finished with her PHD. How is that possible? When I was in school, I skipped a few grades and also I had the highest GPA in the history of the school.

Making me graduate high school at the age of 15. And it took me five years to get two degrees a masters and almost my PHD

Anyways, It's not that I don't what to work, it's just that at every job I go to people judge me. Coursing me to quit my job. I have a very, very low self-esteem

I had to much bullying in high school to last me a life time, I'm so afraid of being bullied that at the first sign of it, I run away. I know it's stupid but I just can't seem to shake it of

I hadn't noticed that the bus had stop at my stop coursing me to run out of the bus like a mad woman

I head up the stairs to my apartment. Unlocking the door to find April sitting on my beat up sofer eating chinese.

"Hey Dall. How was false work?" I glance at her and put the food I got from Chris in my cooler. Yes I do not have a refrigerator so I keep my food in the cooler with ice at the bottom

April turns off her laptop and gets up. "You know Dall, you really need to get a job and keep it"

"You know I'm very bad at doing those type of things" I give April a sad expression. "You know if you used your good brain. You would be rich. For God seek you don't even have a proper apartment"

I dramatically gasp "My apartment is not that bad" how dare she. She gives me a knowing looking "Okay if it's not that bad, don't you think you would have a better bed than a single bed for a five year old. Don't you think you would have a refrigerator, not a cooler. Don't you think you would have a Tv and not same 90's radio that you found in here. Don't you think you would have running worm water and not ice cold. Don't you think you would have a real phone not a flip phone, don't you think you would have new clothes and not the clothes you had from freshman year. I would go on but I think I've said more then I had to say" she pick up her laptop and puts it in her bag living me alone to have to think about what she just said

My apartment is that bad. It's a one room apaetment, not a one bedroom apartment. I have a bed in the living room and in the kitchen. I have a beat up sofer that Chris gave me from his college roommate.  I have a black and white 90's computer that is slow as fuck

My bathroom looks like the WWII was fought in there. The only think that's new are the curtains. Everything else is from April, Chris, dad or I found them there.

She is right after all, I can get a really great job. After same time had passed I called April again. "Hey April , I know you are pretty upset with me right now but I had a lot of thinking to do after you left and am thinking of going back to work now, for real this time"

As soon as I said, my front door open to April with the biggest smile yet. I was even afried that if she kept that smile, it would break.

"I knew you would come around, you just need a little push. Anyway I have a job in mind, not for a permanent stay just so you could get on your feet and finish your PHD"

Wow she really did have it all planned out. "What is the job and who will I be work for?"

"I don't know who yet but you'll be an assistant to one of the biggest companies in the city" That should be easy, making tea for a rich boss and reading my book is a peace of cake.

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