Chapter 1.
The company: 'Records M.' was at the top of the sales of music for five years. Its main centre stood proudly at Los Angeles and its owner had a few subsidiaries in New York, Paris and London. She had signed several superstars of the song and was always ahead of others from several cars.
In Los Angeles, the center of the company stood in a huge glass building. The four floors belonged to a certain: Miss Mitchell. More than an owner and founder of her label, she was international and renowned producer in the world of show business. She was often target for the paparazzi because of these temper tantrums and his extravagant adventure on night. She was not paying attention to these papers bullshit. It did more attention when there was so much money and responsibility on the shoulders. Beca Mitchell, age 26, was a superhuman person. It very rarely saw her sleep. She arrived at the scene of her Kingdom at seven o clock and moved in again often after midnight. Don't rely on her small size and its pretty timid eyes, she has been appointed by a paper as the most despicable person this year. And the figures were talking about it even. In one year, she had fired 46 people of her business including 28 personal assistants. She wasn't tender. But she could't be tender when you had a label in several million. She appointed a person as his assistant personal. It sounded nice. But in truth, it was just a man to do anything that she wont. She gave the worst orders and chores to do, without any detached smile or thank you. The conditions were horrible, but Beca thought it was the slightest of things when we worked for a company also known as hers.
Beca passed the lobby doors and took the lift. The elevator stopped on the 13th floor, her floor. It consisted of his office, the Jesse's office, her long-time buddy, relational's office, and of course, service and the suffers pain's office. Beca passed to and not noticed the empty chair. She went into his office and listened to his messages.
-Bertrand! My coffee! Screamed Beca.
No response. Beca was used. Bertrand was the new kid, he feared Beca. He often tried to play deaf to not confront, but Beca could not start work without his coffee.
-Bertrand! Bertrand !
Jesse arrived in the Beca's office. He was the only one who could enter her office without knocking first. Jesse was a nice boy she had known in high school. He was the creator of sample. But it was mostly his Adviser. It was still there, he was not afraid to be critical with Beca. Since the time, he knew her. Jesse still single. He can make any wife happy. But he was often overwhelmed by the work, such as Beca elsewhere.
-Beca. Bertrand left this letter this morning to the Secretary with bonus, a little polite gesture. Said he aimed a folded paper.
Beca opened it and left quickly slipped her eyes.
-A resignation's letter. Great, lacking more than that. Said Beca throwing over his shoulder the letter. I need a new personal assistant.
-You should be calm down with your assistants. Said Jesse.
-There are kids who would sell their mother for ironing my socks. Then, not. If this kid didn't see the chance he had, I don't accept it. Said Beca annoyed.
-They named you the: the more despicable celebrity, this year. Don't you see that it goes too far? Asked Jesse sincerely worried for her friend.
-Jesse. You have two solutions: either you become my minion, and you're going to get me my coffee. Either you skin the spontaneous applications and find myself a new personal assistant. Remarked Beca.
-What do you think? I don't lost one minute and I have already selected some nice. Do you want to meet them when for a possible interview? Asked Jesse leaving ten letters.
-Jesse. I don't give a shit. Said Beca. Find me someone who can start tomorrow.
Beca stood up from his seat. If she had't choice, she would have it even his coffee. The day was more difficult than the others. Not having someone who meets his unnecessary messages, which fetches coffee or meal. Days had only 24 hours. She eventually return home at 1 o'clock in the morning. She lived in a house outside the city, a little indented for enjoy the silence and the paparazzi's absence. She dropped off the keys on a low table and immediately walked up to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, there was nothing except a pot of mustard and chocolate. She shrugged and took the piece of chocolate between his teeth. It was often as it unfortunately. She forgot to eat and go to bed exhausted. It may be why she passed her nerves on the other. She needed vacation. Beca moved on the bar to drink a glass of wine. As it was silent. Beca was used but it was still a little disconcerting. The House was beautiful, there was nothing to complain about. But she lacked much-needed life. Beca was that sleeping there, it is stopped ever 24 hours in a row. She lay still dressed. She was too tired to take the trouble to Don a pair of pajamas. She fell asleep in an instant,... his alarm clock rang too early.
Beca entered his company around 8 o'clock. She held his hands a drink full of bad sugars. She spent the secretariat, accounting and the stage of studio recording. She gave no smile or look around her employees. She wasn't in the mood, she had swallowed nothing since yesterday. Beca entered his office and Jesse followed her immediately.
-Chloe arrived. Said Jesse with a smile.
-Who? Grunted Beca.
-Chloé Beale. Your new personal assistant. Said Jesse stumped.
-Thank God. My new suffers pain. Declared reassured Beca.
-Beca, be nice for once. Said Jesse bored.
-I am, do enter, quickly. Said Beca.
Beca caught papers. A young girl entered the office, Beca doesn't look at her.
-Hello, I'm...
-My new Assistant. Cut Beca loosely hand.
-True? But I even did not have maintenance. She said.
-No maintenance. You prove that you're worth on the field. Explained Beca without looking at once again. Your name?
-Chloe... Beale.
-Great. You will respond to the sound of: Beale. Said Beca tending a mass of me everything and I want a coffee, immediately.
The girl came out of the office with a species of little reverence. Beca had'nt even watch her. She was always like that. A few minutes later, Beca Assistant knocked on the door. She held his hands a small glass of coffee.
-Already? Asked little some joy for her.
Beca took coffee and spat it immediately under the girl's eyes surprised.
-It's infect. Where do you found it? Asked Beca.
-Hum, in your premises. Upstairs secretariat. Explained the young woman.
-Go to see Murielle to the secretariat. She will give you the list of things to do in a typical day. Here's a cell phone, so that I can reach you at any moment. Said Beca tending a device.
The girl was surprised. The phone offered by Beca was the last Apple cell phone. She had never device also beautiful between her hands. She hesitated a moment elsewhere before putting it in his pocket. The girl went to the secretariat.
-Hello, Murielle is here ? Asked Beale.
-You are? Asked a woman with redhead, somewhat coated with a bun and a pink dress.
-Chloé Beale. The new personal assistant. She said.
-Oh my god. Sighed the Lady seeking a folder. They choose more and more young. If I have a Board to give you, young lady. Walk through this door and don't ever come back. She will make you life hell.
-No. Not at this point. Said the girl while the phone rang already. Yes?
"Beale, my coffee is for today or tomorrow? '' Beca middelkamp.
Murielle looked at her with evidence and handed him a huge folder or was registered: Mitchell. He should do one hundred pages. Chloe sighed nothing in holding it.
-Page 24, you will find his favorite cafe. Page 1, the list of things to do every day to avoid his wrath. Good luck Miss. Said Murielle that had the penalty for this pretty redhead.