The Personal Assistant of Mr. CEO

The Personal Assistant of Mr. CEO

A.Cusipag

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A successful businessman, Donovan Montenegro believes that his new personal assistant was his long lost childhood sweetheart. What would he do if he found out that Nathalia Sanchez is now happily married and has a beautiful daughter? Would he seduce a married woman, take her in his own bidding just to fulfill their promise to be together as husband and wife fifteen years ago? Will the elusive CEO move heaven and earth just to be with her lovely personal assistant?

Chapter 1 1st Chapter

In the city of Las Vegas, day and night, the tall buildings shine with their lights open and people crowding on the streets. There is no second that the place is not busy as everyone works and gossips all day long about the tabloids plastered on almost every block where one of the most famous bachelor business tycoon can be seen. His sharp deep blue eyes that are comparable with an eagle and his captivating lips that will make any woman lust for his kissable lips, makes most of the woman swoon over his feet.

He is none other than Donavan Montenegro. A well known 187 cm tall and incredibly handsome successful businessman who is known for being a good man in terms of both business and personal life. He is the man who can be found in the thirty-ninth floor of the Montenegro Building, one of the tallest buildings in the middle of Las Vegas. With all of his good qualities and success in life, it is inevitable that he will gain tons of attention and attract many gossips such as that he has a relationship with his assistant that does not hold anything but lies composed by malicious eyes and lying mouths.

Standing tall in the middle of the modern designed room while looking over the city from his huge window wall in his office is Donavan in his branded pants and suit which defines his muscular body.

His attention is grabbed when a knock is heard and enters a gorgeous woman who is currently being rumored with him.

"What is my schedule today?" He asks as he grabs the file that she is handing over to him. It is again another financial report that they discussed in the previous meeting and needs his signature.

"Sir, today you have an scheduled interview meeting with the applicant for my replacement," Olivia, his secretary, responds at him which makes him abruptly look back at her and dismayingly gives back the signed file to her.

Leaning on the side of his table he asks, "When is your betrothal?"

"After two months!" Olivia excitedly exclaims back at him as an answer.

Sighing, he stands up properly and starts to walk out of his office to head towards the meeting room with Olivia following him. "Well hopefully we can get someone who is worthy enough to be your substitute," he says as they enter the elevator.

Olivia is a treasure in his company. She is competent, efficient, punctual, professional, and friendly. In short, she is a perfect assistant who is already resigning from her work because of her upcoming marriage. Though he likes her to stay, he cannot be selfish and do that as everyone should have a chance to live their life in the way they want it.

"Sure there is," Olivia answers with a huge confident smile that makes Donavan look at her with a frown before he speaks, "You are so confident to answer me. You truly want to leave me, huh?"

Her eyes widens in panic as she looks back at him intently as she responds, "Oh no! That is not what I meant! You understand the reason behind my resignation, right?"

"Yes of course! You are getting old so you yearn to get wedded already," he jokes which makes the both of them laugh which echoes on the close door of the elevator.

"The old man spoke," Olivia teases back with a sarcastic face, trying to hint him about something.

Donavan raises his eyebrow before he asks in surprise, "I am younger than you?"

"Oh yes! A year younger!" She exclaims and they both laugh again before she continue, "and may i tell you, you are not getting any younger,"

"Yes, but I am still strong and vigorous," he replies, which makes them both grind.

The elevator then opens up and with a straight face, they go out and walk directly to the meeting room. On the corridor, they pass by through the long queue of applicants which already makes him feel tired upon the amount of applicants he must interview.

"Here is your coffee boss. Need anything else?" Olivia asks after she places the cup of coffee on his table.

"Get lost" he jokes as he shoos her away but she only laughs and turns around to do her own work. She already calls one of the secretaries and assigns her to call each of the applicants for an individual interview.

Donavan shakes his head as he looks at her retreating figure before he looks through the file of applicants on his table while waiting for the applicant to come in. Olivia is actually his first assistant. Since the moment he became the CEO of the Montenegro Corporation, she has been with him for barely six year and she is already like a sister to him.

Interviewing should be Olivia's work but he takes over today as he wants to interview and pick his new personal assistant himself because her competitive personal assistant is being married to his best friend soon.

Aaron is a year older than him, like Olivia. Aaron became acquainted with her upon visiting Donavan and courted her for more than a year until he succeeded and they became lovers for three years, and now they are finally getting married. Aaron proposed to her a week ago, thus he must find a replacement for her before their marriage because after marriage she will be a full time housewife. Afterall, who needs to work if the one they are marrying is also another one of the billionaire bachelors.

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Breathing deeply in nervousness among the applicants is Nathalia Sanchez. She is seated in the long queue of line for the interview for CEO's personal assistant of the Montenegro Corporation. She looks in front and when she sees that they are not calling for anyone yet, she goes to the bathroom but not before telling the one in front and behind her on the line where she is going.

She looks at herself in the mirror and starts to fix herself. She retouches her makeup and puts on some face powder and light lipstick before she straightens out her black knee length skirt and cream colored short sleeveless blouse. She also rotates her ankles for a while as it starts to get sore from the two inches black high heels she is wearing.

When she becomes satisfied with her appearance, she goes back to her chair and that is when she gets mesmerized by the rear of the man walking in front.

'Oh! He looks elegant. Is he going to be my boss? He also looks familiar. Nevermind, I am here for work.' She thought to herself as she looked at him before shaking her head to bring her thoughts back to reality.

After a few minutes, a woman walks in the room with a coffee in her hand before she comes out and another woman starts to call the name of each applicant. Seconds pass by into minutes and her anxiousness increases the longer it takes, especially that she is already waiting there for an hour.

"I need this..." she told herself while her daughter's face flashes to her mind.

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