Your new job as Mister Barnes secretary was definitely a hand full. It took a lot of time to convince him that you were there to make his life easier, he wanted to do everything himself. Slowly, he started to trust you, giving you more and more tasks. He also learned that you were exceptionally good at your job, you were a fast thinker, intelligent and could handle stress almost better than him.

You were standing in front of his office, knocking at the door, a bunch of files in your arms and a cup of black coffee in your hand. You pushed the door open and put on a professional smile, walking towards his desk. He was glaring at his computer, muttering Russian curses under his breath. That’s how you knew that it was bad. “Can I help you, Sir?” You asked, placing the files and the coffee on the desk in front of him. He looked up with a sigh, leaning back in his chair, defeated. “Yeah… I’m still struggling with this program.” He admitted, scooting over with his chair to give you some space. You walked around the desk, trying to hide your grin. He was so intelligent and competent, yet still struggled to do the easiest things on a computer.

You bend over and looked at his screen, not noticing how his gaze lingered on your legs for a brief moment. He quickly caught himself again and ran his fingers through his hair. “I want you to accompany me to Seattle next week.” He said, while you fixed his computer problem with ease.