I stare up at the huge sky scraper feeling very small. The building that I am currently staring at is the office of none other than Percy Jackson. It's my first official day as his assistant. I try and give myself a mental pep talk before walking in. Let's face it, he's just another guy that has too much money. He just needs an assistant and that's what I am going to be. I can put my hatred aside for at least five hours a day. Considering how I'm going to be working part-time for him, since I still need to keep up with my classes.

I check my reflection in the mirror-like glass of the window. I have on a gray pencil skirt, black blouse, and gray cardigan. My blonde hair is in a bun, a few curls coming loose and framing my face. I have on light make-up to complete the professional look. Taking a deep breath and squaring my shoulders, I enter the building.

The interior is immaculate. A huge mahogany desk takes up the majority of the room. There are about ten people taking calls and assisting people behind it. To the right of the desk is a white furniture set, surrounding a glass table.

I walk up to the desk and ask a pretty girl with impeccable make-up where Percy Jackson's room is. She looks up, momentarily stunned. "I'm guessing you're his new assistant?"

"Yes." I say.

"Sorry for asking, but may I see your drivers license?"

"Sure." I say questioningly, while taking my license out of my wallet and handing it to her.

"You would not believe how many people come in here claiming to be Mr. Jackson's new assistant." She puts air quotes around the word 'new assistant.' "Right, well this checks out Ms. Chase, thank you." She says wile handing me back my license. "Mr. Jackson told me to tell you that…" She shuffles around on her desk, and grabs a piece of paper, "…he is in a meeting at the moment, so don't bother him." I roll my eyes, he couldn't have said that any nicer?

"Thanks, I'll be sure to leave him alone." I say sarcastically.

"He's on the twentieth floor. You'll know where his office is when you get in there. Your desk will be right in front of it."

"Thank you…" I look at her nametag, "…Kristen." I give her a small smile, which she returns and make my way to the elevator.

The twentieth floor is interesting, to say the least. Windows border the walls, depicting a breathtaking view of New York City. Cubicles dominate the center of the room, each with an inhabitant of its own. Percy Jackson's office is what really stands out though. It's directly at the back of the room, so that when you exit the elevator, it's the first thing you see. The doors and walls of the room are made of the type of glass that allows a person to look out and see everything that is going on in his office, but the casual eye can not see in. Written, very clearly in black lettering are the words:

Percy Jackson,

CEO, Poseidon Inc.

All of a sudden, Percy walks out of his office. He is in a black suit, with a gray tie. He looks good, all smiles and professionalism for the man who walks out behind him- a tall, official looking African-American. They shake hands and the African-American man walks over to the elevator. He passes by me and gives me a kind smile. I return the gesture, fast-walking over to Percy.

"Hello, Annabeth. You clean up nice." He says, while taking in my appearance.

"Thanks. So let's get down to business, what do you want me to call you?"

"How about Mr. Jackson at the office, and Percy outside of the office." We have to see each other outside of the office? Great.

"Okay, is this my desk?" I ask, pointing to a medium sized desk right in front of his office.

"Yep. Make yourself comfortable, you'll be working very hard here." He says while waggling his eyebrows suggestively. I make it clear that I'm rolling my eyes at him. He laughs. "I'd like a coffee please, two sugars and two creams. The Break Room is over there." He points towards a brown door.

"Coming right up, Mr. Jackson." I say, giving him a sassy smile.

The Break Room consists of a fairly large white table, surrounded by modern, white chairs. It also holds a few cabinets along one wall. All the appliances are very expensive-looking- the fridge, the microwave, and the coffee maker. A feminine voice makes me stop my pondering.

"Hello, you must be new here." I turn around to see a very pretty girl with long black hair and blue eyes.

"Yes, I'm Annabeth, Mr. Jackson's new assistant." I say. My response makes her look apprehensive. She walks over to the microwave and makes herself a cup of tea.

"I'm Silena, production designer. Sorry for asking this, but are you and Mr. Jackson together at all? I mean romantically?"

"No! No. God no, I can barely stand the guy." I blurted out, before I could stop myself. That was a stupid thing to say. I really hope this girl doesn't have the power to fire me. Surprisingly, she laughs at my response. I instantly take a liking to her, and know that we have opportunity to become friends. But still, why would she think that about me? The last thing I need people thinking is that I got this job because I slept with the boss.

"Again, really sorry for asking that. It's just that, it's Percy. Him and his dating record don't exactly scream celibate." I laugh at her and ask a question that's been nagging me.

"So, have his past assistants only gotten jobs because they've slept with the boss?"

"Well…I don't want to make him out to be a bad person. It's more like they become his assistant and then romantic activity inevitably happens."

"So, my opinion of him being a man-whore should still be intact." I say boldly. She laughs once again.

"I usually hate all of his assistants because they're not the brightest people, or should I say girls, in the world. But I like you, I think we can be friends."

"Me too." I smile at her.

"Don't get the wrong impression of him though, We've been friends for six years. He's a great guy."

I hate the thought for occurring as soon as it makes and appearance in my head.

"Are you and him…?" I let the sentence trail off.

"Oh no, no. I'm married," She says while holding up her left ring finger. "We actually met because of Percy, so I have him to thank." A wave of relief passes through me, although I have no idea why.

Silena finishes making her tea and turns to leave. "I'll see you later Annabeth. It was nice meeting you." She gives me flawless smile, which I return and starts to walk out of the door.

"Nice meeting you too." I say to her retreating figure.

The coffee is finished when Silena and I end our conversation. I make Percy's coffee, following his orders carefully. I trudge back to Percy's office, coffee in hand. I knock on his door, and Percy opens it, just enough so that I can see his face.

Wow, his eyes. Oh my god. They're sea- green. Like the ocean on a nice, clear day. How did I not notice them before? Unknown to me, we've been keeping up eye contact for a while now. Look away, Annanbeth. And so I do. I quickly push his coffee towards him, hoping that our brief moment went unnoticed by him. He opens the door more and let's me in.

His office is as perfect as the lobby, if not more. On one side of the room is another view of the New York City skyline. On the other wall are pictures of weird and costly-looking pieces of art. His desk is auburn, embroidered with fine cravings on the border. He has stacks of paperwork strewn neatly across it.

"Thanks." He says, referring to the coffee that I previously handed him. "Please, take a seat." He says, pointing to one of the two chairs in front of his office. I sit in the right one. He sits down behind his desk. "So, what do you think of the office?"

I answer honestly, "The office is beautiful. Very…posh. It's interesting to look at, considering I want to be an architect when I get out of college." He laughs at me. My defensive side flairs, "What's wrong with wanting to become an architect?"

"Come on, a beautiful girl like you in a hardhat?" I feel my cheeks turn pink.

"That's not all that architects do. And that comment is not usually something a normal boss would say to his assistant." I raise a challenging eyebrow at him.

"I like to get casual with my assistants. It makes late nights with them that much easier." I sit forward in my seat, making eye contact the entire time that I am speaking.

"I'm not easy, Mr. Jackson." He leans forward and matches my position.

"I never said you were, Miss Chase." Our eye contact keeps up for a little bit longer. I'm the one to break it. This little meeting was supposed to be about my new job, not…whatever this is. I clear my throat.

"Back to my job, tell me about my duties that I'm supposed to fulfill as your new assistant." He smiles handsomely at me.

"Basically, take my calls, get me coffee in the morning, organize my meetings, file my papers, print and make copies, and know my schedule by heart. I tend to forget things a lot, so make sure you remind me. Did I miss anything? No, I don't think so."

And from then on it's just a boring old meeting. I learn about all my new obligations. Keeping track of his life is what I am paid to do. I am getting up to leave his office when he stops me.

"Oh, I almost forgot! If a girl named Gina calls, tell her I'm dead. And if a girl named Macy calls tell her I moved to Paraguay. Got it?" Oh my god…

"Yep, I got it. Thank you, Mr. Jackson." I force yet another fake smile on my face and make my way out of his office, muttering, "Pig," underneath my breath.

The rest of the day is pretty uneventful. Percy stays in his office the entire day. And thankfully, neither Gina nor Macy call. Throughout the day, I grow more and more acclimatized to the office.

If only this job could have stayed this boring…