3. The New Assistant

Luckily for her, Chelsea was able to find a quick taxi and get home just in time just to change her clothes, hair and makeup, she would have to do it inside the car, but, she didn't count on the traffic being impossible, she was about ten minutes late to the main offices of Bullock & Company. But, once again, luck was on his side and the CEO hadn't made it to the facility. Just as he was talking to a girl from human resources, none other than Hugh Bullock himself arrived.

"Mr. Bullock, this girl has come to interview for the vacant position of administrative assistant, but your son hasn't arrived yet.

"What do you mean my son hasn't arrived?" It's inconceivable that at thirty he still wants to make a living like a crazy rich kid, he has to grow up once and for all," the HR girl clears her throat to get Mr. Bullock's attention, "excuse me, miss, I'm not up for my son's headaches at this age, sometimes I forget that I shouldn't grumble in front of people, Old men's stuff, come on, come with me, I'll do the interview myself.

Hugh Bullock was a man of fifty-seven already, even though he inherited his father's businesses, he always remained humble and money never denied him the vision of kindness; It was always a representative trait of his, unlike his arrogant son. As soon as she heard his words, Chelsea became nervous, it was one thing to be interviewed but, quite another was for the owner of the company to be the interviewer; Likewise, she was a very skilled and incredibly gifted girl, she had been the top of her class and graduated with honors, with her resume it was practically impossible to be denied the position

She had been working since graduating in a small business for two years, it was time to expand and no place was better to do it than at Bullock & Company, so she was there. Not fifteen minutes had passed, and Mr. Bullock had made up his mind that she would fill the vacant place. If she could, Chelsea would have left her office bouncing and screaming at the same time, but she had to behave.

"Welcome to our company, Miss Smith, it will be a pleasure for us to have you here.

"The pleasure is mine Mr. Bullock, thank you very much for your attention, just one more thing, when would you start working?"

"Well, if you've come prepared, this is your office right now," he said, stopping in front of a large room with incredible lighting, "so you can get organized, review the files that are pending, the contracts, it's a very large company and, therefore, you'll have a lot to do, but take it easy until you get going."

Chelsea was sleepy dead and not to mention the body tiredness she had due to the night that had passed, but she was not going to let this opportunity pass her by for nothing. She felt that this was her lucky day, even though she had arrived late, no one noticed, the interview couldn't have gone better and she already had her job secured, the job of her dreams "What could go wrong?", she thought.

"For me, perfect, I'm always prepared.

"Well, in good time, I must now retire, with your permission," Bullock said before go out, leaving Chelsea in the quiet of her office.

A couple of hours passed in which she had enough time to organize the place a bit, then she would have to bring some of her things to give it a personal touch. She sat in her seat behind her bureau and allowed herself a few minutes to feel important and proud of herself, what she had just accomplished had a lot of merit. Just as he was thinking of reviewing the pending contracts, there was a knock on his door.

"Go ahead," he announced, to admit a boy in a delivery man's uniform carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. "Oh, no! You must be wrong, I've just started here".

"Are you Chelsea Smith?" He asked, looking at the data he had written down on his mobile phone.

"Yes, it's me," she replied, completely confused.

"Then I'm not wrong, these are for you," he said, as he walked over and put them on her desk and then left.

She took the huge bouquet in her hands, it was so big that it weighed. It wasn't a conventional bouquet of roses, it was full of lilacs, lilies, gladiolus, it was beautiful indeed and had an incredible smell but, she had no idea who could have sent them to her, no one knew that she would be there, she didn't even know it, it was all unexpected. Without further ado, she took the card and opened it, she needed to get rid of the doubt, her surprise was huge when she read it:

"Dear Chelsea,

I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to our appointment yesterday, I don't want you to think it was my choice not to show up, I had a medical emergency, I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle, I was so eager to meet you that I couldn't even see where I stepped. I remembered that today was a great day for you and I sent these, if all went well, you will have received the flowers and my apologies. Love,

Fred."

Chelsea's heart began to beat very quickly, under other circumstances she would have been overflowing with happiness upon reading this note, but, now she was panicking. If Fred hadn't been able to make it the night before to his appointment, who the fuck took his place? Who had she slept with? She spent the whole night with a complete stranger, someone she didn't know at all, she had sex with him, repeatedly without knowing who he was.

"Oh my God! What did I do last night? What mess have I gotten myself into?" those words are all she can think of, she repeats them over and over to herself as if it will give her the answer she is looking for. That couldn't be happening to her, not to her, she has always been very careful in her decisions, she is the typical girl who thinks twice before doing it to avoid mistakes, but of course, the fever between her legs should have clouded her judgment. If she had paid more attention to the small details that wouldn't have happened to her, the more she starts to think about it in his head, the more she realizes it.

When that boy went to ask her for a drink he hesitated before saying his name, he didn't know and she gave it to him too quickly; then, he didn't seem to remember what he had studied when over the chat he had talked thousands of times about that topic with the real Fred and, last but not least, he suggested that they not talk about the same topics in the chat anymore, it was the smartest way to prevent him from finding out.

That guy had been a scoundrel! It had taken away her right to decide who to sleep with, who to go to bed with, her right over herself, and now she was feeling dirty. She needed to find him, she needed to know who this imposter was and accuse him, put an end to him.

Just as if the universe had been listening to his thoughts, something happened that caught his attention.

"Mr. Bullock, we already have our new worker, your father just hired her," she began to listen to the conversation and wiped away the tears of rage that ran down her cheeks, no matter what had happened, she was in the company and had to behave like a professional.

"My father?" He asked, a little surprised, "I was supposed to choose the candidate for the position of assistant in executive administration.

"Well, yes, but your father didn't like that you weren't here, so he did it himself.

"As usual," he muttered, then snorted in protest, "well, introduce me to her. Chelsea heard the footsteps get closer until they arrived, while she pretended to be very engrossed in her contracts.

"Mr. Bullock, this is Chelsea Smith."

That was his entrance, so she looked up to find in front of his eyes none other than the impostors he had been cursing so much just a few seconds ago. The game had just begun...