Chapter 33 - Nothing New
Since he was the owner of an entertainment company, there wasn’t any information he couldn’t get about a model, an actress, or whoever—even if she wasn’t famous—as long as she was a celebrity. He could pick and choose according to his need and taste. I would once again have to do the thing I always did: choosing somebody for him to bed with my own hands.
He didn’t need to bother going through the annoying process of going on dates. All he needed was jewelry and a card with his name on it. That was enough to make the chosen partner rejoice and come wherever Keith summoned her to, despite knowing fully well that they would simply be bed partners—all because Keith Knight Pittman was that much of an attractive partner.
The CEO of P Entertainment, an Extreme Alpha—the fact that she had been chosen as his partner was enough to put her on another level.
However, this wasn’t the only reason. Even if that man was a homeless man without a penny to his name, countless people would still sacrifice their entire beings in order to gain that man’s favor.
‘And I would be standing at the very front of that queue,’ I thought bitterly.
I replied with a brief “Understood.” I had a lot of things to take care of starting now. The most important job was to rearrange the schedule. I would instruct Emma to quickly put it together and ask Jane to contact the host again about the party. As soon as I stepped out of the CEO’s office, I busily engaged my brain.
“Didn’t he already deny his attendance to that party?” Emma asked in surprise.
I hurriedly took the schedule folder out of my drawer and handed it to her as I replied inattentively, “I guess he changed his mind. In any case, all of today’s schedule is canceled, so please organize that as a priority. Call all the people you need to and confirm when we can reschedule everything. Report back to me when you’re done, so I can look over it. Jane, please call Mr. Anderson’s secretary and let them know that Mr. Pittman will be attending the party. Request for his name to be put on the list. Rachel, call every department and notify them of today’s meeting cancellation. After that, make a trip to Tiffany & Co. If you tell them that you’re there on Mr. Pittman’s behalf, they’ll pick some jewelry out for you to pick up. You don’t need to pay for it, and…”
Everyone scattered as I spewed out the instructions. Turning away from the other staff, who were scurrying about to take care of their responsibilities, I started on the most important work—choosing a partner of Keith’s taste.
I internally counted to three before opening the door. Keith was sitting in his chair, just like he was when I had left the office. The only difference was the thick pile of cigarettes in the ashtray in front of him. Needless to say, the office was cloudy with cigarette smoke.
I mustered up my courage, marched across the office, and stood before him. For a second, I wondered which scent was more unbearable: his pheromones or the cigarette smoke. It was rather meaningless to ponder, nonetheless, since it would be ridiculous to change my condition now.
“Here are the candidates.” I handed him three candidate files. Keith scanned the portfolios with a much-improved attitude than before. Soon, he opened one of them and returned it to me. I picked up the other remaining files and stacked them on the bottom, placing the selected candidate on the top. Just in case I had to find someone on a time crunch next time, I planned on keeping the other two under my radar. I handed him another file right away.
“Your schedule has been adjusted. You can find it here. If any other changes need to be made, please let me know.”
All Keith did was glance down at the file. “Leave it here and go.”
He brought the cigarette back up to his lips. Without another word, I placed the file on the desk. I had a few more things to report, but they weren’t urgent. I had no desire to cross his already grouchy self by standing there and tacking on a few more remarks. I abided by his order and immediately left the office.
When I walked out to the hallway and finally became alone, one corner of my heart belatedly began to throb. I gazed down at the files in my hand. A dashing, glamorous beauty stared back at me from within the file that was open and folded in half.
‘This is something I can’t even dream of.’ I absentmindedly stroked my lips. The dull throb in my heart turned into a sharp pain on my lips. ‘It was just pure luck—a coincidental event that happened as a result of pheromonal effects.’
I blankly stared at the woman in the picture.
A miracle like that would never happen again.
* * *
Peaceful days continued for a while. It wasn’t quiet per se, but there weren’t any particular incidents, either. Keith continued to cycle through different partners, I searched for his new women, and the other secretaries took turns visiting Tiffany & Co. or the girls’ houses to relay the card and the jewelry.
As obvious as it may be, the worst jobs were always mine to take care of—apologizing to people and begging them to reschedule something that Keith had canceled on a whim, having to somehow find rare collector’s items and place them on Keith’s desk, or giving Keith’s exes a hard reality check and offering an irrefusable condition when they threw a tantrum after the sudden, one-sided breakup.
Nothing had changed from before I quit. However, each cycle had become much too short.
I looked up at Emma’s voice. I sort of felt sorry for her when I saw her face exuding exhaustion. “Good work, Emma. Did anything happen in particular?”
“Not at all.”
Even as she replied, she seemed tired. It wasn’t just Emma. So were the other staff members of the secretary’s office.
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