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Reality

Logan P.O.V

"REESE!" I heard her scream.

Damnit.

I walked into her office, only to find her going over papers.

Ugh.

"I need my coffee, didn't I tell you to get it this morning? Damnit Reese." She stared at me coldly.

Yes that's right…I Logan Reese, the god of all men…

Am Dana Cruz's assistant at a law firm.

Life sucks doesn't it?

"Sorry Dana. I'll go get it now if you need it that bad." I responded.

God I feel so…stripped of my manhood!

I mean…at PCA and even through college, I was the king of kings!

I was in charge baby, and no one would tell me what to do.

Boy do I miss those days.

"No, forget it, we've got work to do. Did you get Mr. Tate's check yesterday?" She asked and opened a folder.

"I was going to, but he said he wanted to talk to you first about the case." I replied and leaned against the windowsill.

"Go get his file for me." She told me, not even looking up from her folder.

I quickly headed out of her office and into my very small one, passing co-workers along the way…

Warning them to be careful today.

They know plenty well how bitchy Dana can be…

Especially since everyone on this floor works for her.

I grabbed the folder and walked back into her office, noticing that she was still working on some folder, her eyes looking through her glasses.

"Here." I set down the folder on her desk and watched as she closed the other one, putting it to the side.

"Do we have any updates from the cops?" She asked me, taking off her glasses and loosely letting them hang from her fingers.

"No more than we did yesterday." I simply retorted, watching as she bit one end of her glasses while glancing through all the information.

Processing it as carefully as humanely possible.

Now, I bet by this point all of you are wondering how I got to be an assistant at a law firm if my Dad is a rich Hollywood director.

Well, big shot Mr. Hollywood cut me off after college, saying the only way I would learn was if I earned money on my own.

So, that puts me here. Working as an assistant in a New York law firm for one of the best lawyers in NYC.

Degrading, isn't it?

I'm 25, and I've been doing the same crap for two years…

She owns my ass.

I don't have another choice though.

You know what shocked me when I first started to work for her?

How she just got out of college, and manages to be one of the most well known and best lawyers in this city.

I would have never thought.

"Reese! God how many times do I have to say your name?! I need two copies of this. Don't screw it up." She handed me a paper and gave me a cold stare.

Ouch.

I walked out of her office, paper fully grasped in my hand.

At PCA…things were definitely a lot different.

I mean, Dana was heartless but…she was NEVER this bad.

Yikes.

I walked into the empty copy room and set the paper down, watching as the machine scanned and made the necessary copies.

Dana's only 24, (Yeah, I'm a few months older than her), and she acts like she's been at this job forever.

Kinda scary isn't it?

Grabbing the papers, I swiftly made my way back into her office, noticing how she had made quick work of Mr. Tate's folder, and was now on the phone with him.

She was still biting the tip of her glasses.

Yeah, she does that a lot.

I've noticed that she mostly does it when she's thinking.

When you're an assistant, you get to notice these things about your boss.

Lucky me I have a personal relationship with my boss.

Well…I used to anyway.

Looks like she's done with the phone.

Well whoop-dee-friggin-doo.

"Let me see those." She commented and took the papers from my hands.

She put her glasses back on, and quickly scanned over the sheets.

"Alright Reese. These look good." She put the papers in Mr. Tate's folder and leaned back in her chair.

The phone just rang.

Greeeatttttttt.

Ugh.

I picked it up and watched as she crossed her legs…

Making her skirt hike up a bit.

Damn.

"H-Hello?" My throat was clearly dry.

Ugh Dana.

"Mr. Reese? Yes can you please tell Ms. Cruz I would like to see her immediately? Thank you." I put the phone down and walked over to Dana.

"Dana, Mr. Johnston wants to see you." I simply addressed and watched as she looked up at me.

Biting the tip of her pen.

Drives me nuts.

"Alright. Guess it's about the Tate case." She mumbled and walked out.

Her heels doing very good justice to her backside.

Yes I admit it…I think my boss Dana Selena Ruiz Cruz is hot.

I've been thinking that since grade 8 people.

I wonder what the call was about…

DO YOU GUYS LIKE IT!?? Lol I hope so because I think it's great! Alright…this chapter was mostly to get you guys familiar with everything. I'll get kicking on Senior Year. I love all who read my stories, even if you don't review.

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-Talar