Derek had recently hired your father as one of his personal assistants. Unfortunately, he’d drug you to his first day, insisting it’d be a ‘great honor’ for you considering his employer was a billionaire.

You stood outside the skyscraper smoking a cigarette, leaning up against the glass windows. Derek noticed you on his way to lunch, and being the cocky douche he is- made a move.

“Don’t believe I’ve ever seen your pretty face around here before.” He smirks.