"Miss Miller I wanted those papers on my desk yesterday!"

Mr Black storms into his office, slamming the door behind him.

"Asshole." I mutter under my breath, while grabbing the papers he'd only asked me to get him five minutes ago.

So sorry that I was busy getting your dry cleaning, dry cleaned again! As it wasn't up to your standards. The woman on the phone thought I was prank calling her. I had to spend those five minutes trying to communicate to her that this wasn't a joke and that my boss is just a dick!

I grabbed his precious papers and hurried to his office. I knocked twice and stepped back until he told me I could come in.

I pulled back the large mahogany door and slipped through. Mr Black sat at his desk staring intently at his computer screen.

"Sir? I have the papers you wanted." He didn't look up just gestured for me to place them on his overly organised desk.

I took a step back, waiting to be dismissed. "Miss Miller, why can't I access my emails?" It sounded less like a question and more like an accusation.

"They've updated the system sir, if you reload the page and click the yellow square up in the right corner, you'll find everything you need."

I waited while he tapped away at his screen. "It's not working Miss Miller." I mentally yell at myself for not sending IT up here instead of trying to be a good assistant and solve his problem myself.

I rounded his desk. He looked at me questioningly. Ignoring him I lean down and do just as I'd told him to do three minutes ago. "There." I lean back "your emails."

He doesn't so much as say "thank you." Just a curt nod and a "get me a cup of coffee. Make sure it's not that Starbucks shit, they always burn their coffee."

"Of course sir." I'd gotten him Starbucks once. He didn't even ask for it, I'd offered it as a nice gesture on my part. He'd taken one sip and thrown it in the trash.

I exited his office and sat down at my desk. I dialled my private driver Stanley. A perk of the job I've definitely earned after the consistent midnight runs to get Mr Black a singular file of which he can easily look at on his computer, believe me I've let him know that multiple times but he insists on having the paper version.

I beg Stanley to drive across the city of New York to get a cup of coffee from Mr Blacks favourite coffee shop, Bluestone Lane. I also tell him to pay for everyone's orders. "Are you sure that's wise Miss?"

That man puts me through hell everyday and night of my life so of course I'm going to abuse his credit card "yes Stanley, don't worry he's so rich I doubt he'll notice but if he does? You'll have nothing to do with it."

He chuckles "you two are a good match for each other." I shrug, not that he can see me "thank you Stanley." I use a sickly sweet voice which causes him to chuckle again.

My boss may be hot but he is the boss from hell. If I could go back to my younger self when I was thinking about applying here, I'd hold a gun to her head and make her swear on her life that she wouldn't apply. This is proof that personality is more important than looks. I would never in my life go on one date with that man, sure he looks like one of those Calvin Klein models but when you know the man? Yeah... No! I'd rather have someone pull my teeth out one by one.'