“What would you like me to do?” she asks curiously.
“Well, the cleaner can’t come in today. She just called in sick,” I lie. “Most of the place is okay, but the toilets will need a clean. And I mean a deep clean. Because we can’t have everyone using dirty toilets.”
“Right? Surely you aren’t asking this of me. That isn’t in my job description.”
“Well, you haven’t ever been a personal assistant before, have you? So, you don’t know, do you? If the cleaner can’t come in, then it’s up to a PA to do it. Do you not know that?”
Her hands fly onto her hips. It’s coming now, awesome. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Look, Lexi, go and ask around. Everyone here will tell you that it’s up to the PA.”
“Yeah, probably, because they won’t want it to do it themselves. Can’t you get someone else in?”
“Just for the toilets? No way. That isn’t how it works.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t get this, Isaac. You hired me to be your personal assistant, and I thought that I was doing okay. But now you have me running personal errands and doing things that I shouldn’t have to. It feels like you’re picking on me a bit, and I don’t know why.”
I probably should stop before this becomes a HR nightmare, but I can’t. This is getting so close to what I want. “You are my assistant, which means you need to assist me in whatever I want doing.”
“For fuck sake, I am not dressed for cleaning God damn toilets. I am not happy about this.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re happy about this or not. It doesn’t work that way. I don’t know how things have worked for you in your previous jobs, but here, you don’t get to walk around like you own the place. You have to do what’s been asked of you. I have asked you to clean the toilets, so get to it.”
“You don’t speak to me like that…” Just as soon as her temper flares, she calms herself down again, which is annoying. “Oh God, I’m so sorry, Isaac. Mr. Janie. I didn’t mean to speak to you like that. I know I can’t just act like what I want here. I know that this is a professional place. I’m sorry.”
Her face goes all the way from red to white. She’s losing her mind, but in the wrong way. I want to grab her, shake her, make her see that she needs to be that person. She promised me that she would be the person to call me out when things go wrong, but she isn’t doing anything about it. She’s trying to be cool.
“Sorry, Isaac. I will make it up to you. I will do whatever you need of me. I will make the toilets even cleaner than you have ever seen before. If you don’t fire me right now, I will make sure that you don’t regret it. Honestly, I will do whatever it takes. You will see, you will…”
Who is this sniveling, begging person before me? It’s so weird. Lexi even looks like she’s shrinking in on herself, like she’s becoming less of a person than she was before. I hate it.
“I wasn’t going to fire you…” I mutter back. I wasn’t. That didn’t even cross my mind. But now, I want to know why she’s so desperate to keep this job. She hinted at it before, she made it obvious that she really needs the money. I smell a secret, and I want to unleash it. And when I get a scent up my nose, I won’t let it go until I find out what it is. Somehow, I will.
“I’m going to do the toilets right now,” she insists with a much too fake smile on her face. “I won’t let you down. You will go in to check on them and be amazed at how shiny and beautiful they are.”
I should tell her not to bother, now is the time to reveal my lie, but instead I just nod. I think I’m stunned, blown away by her weird reaction, and I need some time to process it. As she walks off, I know for certain that I will find out what’s going on. Whether it be a big debt that she needs to pay off, or she’s saving for something, or perhaps she’s in some kind of trouble… I will learn the truth.
Ooh this is exciting. I’m so fascinated by what the truth is.
Lexi just got a lot more interesting to me. Now, this isn’t just about firing her up and trying to see where the sexual favors could lead, I want to know what’s actually going on, which is a sensation that I haven’t ever felt with anyone before. This is interesting, and that’s just what I was looking for, wasn’t it?
Chapter Nine
Lexi
My hands are red raw, my skin aching from the hard graft that they have put in today. I’m not whining about the hard work and scrubbing, it’s something that I’ve done before, but I’m annoyed because I know that it’s a game. It’s obviously a game, isn’t it? Everything has been fine with Isaac up until this point, but now after a week, he has decided to be a massive dick. What the fuck is that about? He’s up to something, but I don’t know what.
Not understanding his motivation is the hardest thing, I don’t know how to work with that.
Luckily, it’s my lunch break and I can call Jane for a bitch session. I need to vent to someone, and she’s really the only person I can talk to. I know it isn’t the best time to speak to her, since she has her own stuff to deal with, but it might take her mind off what’s going on with her. She doesn’t like the nerves when it comes to the thought of starting this new treatment… but luckily, she’s still up for doing it, which is all I can ask of her.
“Hey there, Lexi,” Jane answers, sounding a little sickly. “How’s it going?”
I step outside the building and check around that no one is listening before I answer. I don’t connect with anyone in this place, much less trust them not to snake me. “It’s awful, Jane. Honestly, so bad.”
“Is it? It can’t be that bad, surely. I know it’s a building full of bitches…”
Urgh, it’s not even the bitches today. They don’t bother me half as much as Isaac does. They could say whatever they want to, and it wouldn’t bother me one bit. But, not as much as scrubbing the fucking toilets did. At least no one saw me because I just know that would be good news to a lot of people.