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A loud ringing filled the room in the dead of the morning. A head of tangled rosy locks rose from her slumber to glance at the digital clock at her nightstand. '8 : 30' it glared back at her in angry red.

'Who the hell is calling her now. It's her day off damnit!'

She picked up the still irritatingly ringing device and answered in a groggy voice.

"Hello…"

An annoyed voice answered her from the other side "Oi pinky, get up. It's your first day at your job."

That just increased her confusion in her half asleep state. "Job… what job? Wait who are you?"

A sigh answered her "Are you really at the top your class, because you don't sound very smart. Get up and get ready. I'll be there to pick you up in 30 minutes. You're my new assistant remember?" and an end click was heard.

She stared at the now silent phone for a few moments before she finally gained consciousness, and then it all came back.

The accident, the job application, the order from her Shishou and the acceptance email.

"starts at 9am… personal assistant… must be on call at all times…"

"HOLY SHIT"

Sakura scampered off of her bed and ran to her bathroom. She aggressively brushed her teeth while simultaneously turning on her shower. While she would normally take a nice, long shower, she just didn't have the time now.

She was late as already.

'First day at my job and already starting off on the wrong foot.'

She took the fastest shower that was humanly possible and stepped out of the bathroom, not even bothering with lotions.

Wrapping a towel around her form, she ran to her closet and took out the first outfit that caught her eye. Throwing on the black button-down shirt and the black parallel jeans on herself, she took the towel around her hair off and left them open and loose to airdry. She grabbed her bag off the table and stuffed in whatever she would need for the day.

'Maybe I should grab something to eat.' She thought to herself as she reached for the sandwich she made the night before and grabbed some granola bars to chow down later.

Just as she had gotten a few bites down, she heard a loud honk from downstairs.

"He must be here." She mumbled to herself as she put on her shoes and locked the doors then ran down the stairs. She heard a few more impatient honks from the sleek black car parked in front of her apartment building.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here you jerk. Stop honking." She grumbled in annoyance as she jerked the back door of the car open and saw the cause of her frustration sitting on the seats as if he's sitting on a fucking throne.

Sasuke turned his head to look at her and gave her that damned smirk. The smug look in his eyes and the arrogance radiating off of him more grating than any of the other rich, fat, bald bastard she's had to suck-up to.

At least there she knew that she can kill them off later.

"Hello there Rosylocks, hope you've got your shit packed up." He drawled on with feigned boredom as he scooted over to make room for her. Sakura looked him over in disdain before reluctantly sitting down beside him.

"Cuz' you've got a long day ahead yourself."


The car pulled up in front of a tall imposing building. The large glass panels reflecting the sunlight like jewels, the name engraved in gold on a large white marble, stood proudly a few meters in front of the entry gate. 'Obsidian, it read, surrounded by lush bushes, cut and trimmed to perfection.

When Sakura looked up to the building and tried counting the panels, she was lost but estimated about 45 floors.

The car pulled to a stop and the driver got out to open the door for them. Sasuke stepped out first, followed by Sakura and the driver turned the car around to the parking. They walked up to the entrance and the door slid open for them.

The interior looked just as fancy as the outside. The floors bright white and looked almost reflecting in the day's light. The receptionist desk looked like it would belong in the Victorian era, a large chandelier hanging overhead in front of it, the crystals looking like water droplet frozen in time. Even the people running around for their work looked like they collectively belonged on the cover of Vogue magazine.

And even when Sakura has seen such glamour and more since she could remember, she couldn't help but feel a bit washed out.

'But it's okay though,' she told herself, 'You're not here to look good. You're here to do your work. The real work.'

A lady in an office suit strutted up to them in angry steps. Her glasses catching the reflected lights in a menacing way.

"Uchiha-san, boss is waiting for you in her office, since you requested an appointment first thing in the morning." She informed impatiently, her heels taping on the floor.

"Thank you, Mashima-san. I will see her now." Sasuke replied with a careless glance thrown her way.

Ms. Mashima glanced at Sakura once before walking away.

"Okay then, Duckass, what exactly is going to be my job?" Sakura knew what she was supposed to do, but she still asked regardless.

Sasuke gave a pause at that. "What did you just call me?" He gave her a glare when he saw her smug smirk.

"Oh nothing at all." Sakura gave him a grin too wide and sweet to be innocent.

Sasuke gave a huff before starting "Well, for starters, you will organize my emails, letters, schedule and files, hand me whatever I need, whenever I ask. Keep my cabin and desk arranged and just overall, make work smoother for me." Sasuke read off her job description while entering the lift. When Sakura settled beside him, he pressed the floor number fourteen.

"What am I, your assistant or your personal maid?"

"Did you not read what you apply for."

"You mean, the job that you forced me to apply for." Sakura couldn't help but roll her eyes while replying.

"Same thing." Sasuke ended while opening the door to his office.

Much like the rest of the fancy establishment, his office was also just as pristine and posh. The walls a rich, deep red in color. The black couch settled on one side of the office looked so fricking soft, it made her want to just curl up on it with a blanket and just doze off. The desk in the middle of the room a deep brown in color with a few potted plants lining the window overlooking the city square.

However, no one would pay attention to such decorations with the state of mess his office was in.

There were papers and wrappers lying around everywhere. The desk, the couch, the chair. You name it.

"What happened here! Was there a fucking hurricane in here!?" Sakura exclaimed, her eyes wide as she took in her surroundings. How did this guy make it to college with this type of management.

"Yeah, well, when you're working every second you're here, you don't really get time to clean up." Sasuke answered while turning on his computer to look at his schedule. "Which is exactly why I need an assistant. You're getting a day to clean up this mess."

This guy needs all this arranged, in a day. It wasn't impossible, but still.

He's an asshole.

"Hm, looks like my first shoot starts in a bit. I need my emails and letters arranged by the time my shoot ends." He left the gaping pinkette behind in his office as he walked out the door., smirking in triumph all the way.

"Get working, Rosylocks."

'Oh how I detest you Uchiha…'


MEMO

This boy needs some serious lessons in management and etiquettes.

He's a menace.


It has been about a month of Sakura working for that jerk now.

And it's safe to say, that it has been an absolute nightmare.

Not the work, in particular. But actually the person she was dealing with.

The work was easy. Organize emails, letters, schedule. Arrange the office occasionally. And just turn down uninvited visitors. All this is easy. No sweating.

However, her supposed to be 'Boss', that infuriating egomaniac asshole, is what is making it unnecessarily hard. All this on top of her university classes.

And side missions.

She has been on call, at god unholy hours, to get asked about some file or the other. Had to fight off clingy, annoying, unwanted visitors asking to be let in to their "dear Sasuke-kun". And the other unwanted troubles that came with being "The Uchiha Sasuke's assistant".

All in all, it has been a god awful month. An absolute nightmare to say the least.

"Oi rosylocks, shut the damn door." The annoyed voice of the Uchiha came from the door of the office. Sakura has just sat down on the couch with her book to finally get some studying done, when Sasuke came stomping through the door. The all black outfit he has been wearing for the shoot swooshing with every motion.

"What happened Duckass, what got your panties in a bunch." Sakura asked while walking towards the doors. Before he can answer or before she can shut the door, the reason behind his frustration came rushing through the door.

"SASUKE-KUN!"

A shrill voice announced it's presence while slamming back the door in Sakura's face. Dark hair swishing, eyes big and sultry, the model strutted into the office swaying her hips.

"Kimika-san"

However the voice that called her was not Sasuke's. Sakura came out from behind the door with slightly red nose after having a door slammed in her face. "You are not allowed to enter Sasuke-san's office like this unless invited." She really couldn't care less who comes and goes in that jerk's office, but right now, she could see the new model getting on his nerves.

And what she said was true. Unless invited, you cannot enter a staff's cabin. And if Sasuke has truly invited her, then he wouldn't have told her to shut the door.

"Who are you?" Kimika asked in annoyance as she turned her head to glare at Sakura, in the middle of draping herself over an already angry enough Sasuke "Sasuke-kun, who is this girl? And why does she think she can talk to me like that?" Kimika pitched her voice high while turning to blink at Sasuke with wide eyes.

'Does she think that she looks cute doing that…' One thing that has always disturbed her is grown-ass women, or even men really, trying to be cute by acting like a child.

It was no secret that Kimika Makahio harbored a giant crush on Sasuke, border lining on creepy. The exact reason why they avoided having to do any photoshoot with her in particular. But seems like, today is not much of a lucky day.

"Kimika-san, I'm Sasuke-san's assistant, and therefore, it is my job to make his work here comfortable. And right now, you are being a distraction." Sakura would really just love to see the Uchiha bust a nerve, and she was tempted to just leave them be. But the glare that Sasuke was giving her made her reconsider leaving him alone with her, lest she wanted her work to become ten times harder.

"Wait, YOU are his assistant." Kimika gave a shrill laugh. "Sasuke-kun, did you really make her your assistant. She isn't even pretty." She remarked haughtily while looking her up and down.

Sakura just stared at her, eyes unblinking and half-lidded. She has dealt with so much worse.

Handling a haughty model can't be worse than killing people.

"Kimika-san, you need to go now or I might have to call for security." As if to prove her point, Sakura slowly reached for the phone sitting on the desk.

Sasuke counted to ten in his head while exhaling slowly to calm his rising anger. He already didn't like Kimika to begin with, but now she was just asking to put on his blacklist forever.

Thank God Haruno is here.

He looked at the scene unfolding before him, still trying to detach his arm from the banshee's hold.

"How dare you talk to me like that! Do you know who I am! You can't even dream to reach my level let alone talk to me like that, you pink haired freak! Seriously, what is this, a dye job went wrong or a desperate need to be different, huh!..." Kimika rambled on and on with insults at Sakura while the subject of the said insults stared at her unfazed.

"You aren't even pretty enough to be standing here!"

Okay, that was a clear lie, Sasuke could tell that much. Of all the things Sakura is, ugly is not one of them. Yes sure, she might dress very plain and not have name brands stitched on her clothes, but her exotic colors and fairy- like features really worked for her.

And her thighs. God, he has seen the might of her toned thighs the day she came wearing shorts to her work

"Makahio, you are really grating on my nerves. Just get the hell out of here!" The frustrated snap of Sasuke's voice drew both their attention towards him. He's had enough of the migraine inducing shrieks.

The expression on Kimika's face might make someone believe that Sasuke has killed her cat. "Sasuke-kun, why are you talking to me like that? We were supposed to spend time together today." The hurtful expression that has been creeping up Kimika's face suddenly turned angry. "It's because of this bitch here isn't it!" She turned her glare towards Sakura.

"What are you looking at! Get out and leave us alone!"

Sasuke finally snapped and turned his menacing glare towards Kimika. The dark eyes, burning with anger, sending a terrified chill down her spine and making her take a tentative step back. This Sasuke was someone she hasn't seen before. Sure, his occasional glare towards some of the staff, but being the one being subjected to this glare is a whole other terror.

"I want you out of here because you are dangerously thinning out my patience. Now get out of here before I have to use force against you." Sasuke answered with a chilling calmness while his eyes burn with the heat of a thousand suns.

Kimika has finally seemed to come to her senses and weakly nodded her head before dashing out of the room, sparing Sakura one last glance.

Sasuke finally turned his head towards Sakura after making sure Kimika is actually gone, to find her staring blankly at the door for a second, before turning away to the couch to retrieve her bag. During all this, not once did she look up at Sasuke.

"Well it's 7 already, my shift is over. I'll get going then." Sakura remarked while picking up her notebook and stuffing it in her bag. She zipped it close and finally turned around to give Sasuke a dismissive wave.

"Sakura wait-" Sasuke grabbed her arm in haste, registering a little later what he did, and dropped his hand from her arm just as quickly. He looked at her sideways through his lashes. "You didn't actually take her jabs seriously, did you? Don't let her insults get to your head, okay. She's just a pain in the ass for no reason…"

While Sasuke was going on and on about the recent incident, Sakura continued to stare at him in muted wonder.

While working for him for past month, she has seen many faces of the Uchiha. Professional, arrogant, annoyed, angry, so sickly sweet and fake that one might get cavities.

But this one… this one was a first.

This one seems almost caring (uncharacteristically), almost worried, almost… warm.

Sasuke paused in his ranting to look at the face Sakura was making at him. Her eyes a little wide, moth slightly open in wonder and a faint blush on her cheeks. Sasuke smirked at her expression.

He had to admit, she was strangely… adorable.

"Hey rosylocks… with the way you're looking at me, one might you're actually falling for me." Sasuke couldn't help the teasing. She was so amusing when she got all huffy-puffy.

That sentence seemed to snap Sakura out of her stupor. Eyes narrowing and the faint blush quickly fading, her expression returned to that of her passive annoyance

"Wish it upon the stars and see if it happens." She huffed before turning her nose up in the air and stomping out of the office, slamming the door shut in the process.

Sasuke smirked once more at the closed door. "Hmm, we'll see…"


MEMO

Uchiha needs to work on his baseless arrogance or I might have to drop-kick him in the face.


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