You Are My One and Only

Patricia headed out bright and early the following day as she had to take the subway to work.

As the eldest young lady of the Aniston Family, Patricia had never ridden any public transportation. That was, until six years ago when she left her family. Since then, she has mastered the art of taking the subway and the bus.

She rarely hailed a cab as she didn’t want to waste money; the fare would rise as the time ticked, after all.

The subway was jam-packed with people, so stuffy that she was covered in sweat by the time she exited the cart. It was 7.50AM when she arrived at Arnold Corporation, and after clocking in, she headed straight to the president’s office on the top floor.

She went to the executive secretary, Sorella Lock, to report for duty. Sorella had already received Isaac’s message the day before to add a work desk in his office, which would be for his secretary coming this day.

With that, she took Patricia into Isaac’s office and pointed at the desk by the door. “This will be your desk.”

Patricia nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Miss Lock.”

Sorella took a gander at Patricia. She’s pretty and all, but her clothes are… meh. Anybody can tell what she’s wearing are so yesterday. Then again, the treatment she gets is one that none of us in the secretary department has.

sort of relationship, and Patricia might even be the future Mrs. Arnold. Because of that likelihood, she treated Patricia deferentially. “No worries. Feel

pretty nice, Patricia thought.

her desk, and after sitting down and putting her

was mainly decorated

scope was, so she just went to his desk and thought

Isaac came in wearing a black coat. Liam wanted to take the coat from him after he removed it. But seeing that Patricia

she took the coat from Isaac and hung

for the day. He was the epitome of

meant when they said men

Aniston, President Arnold

was giving her a hint, Patricia got up.

she followed Liam out. Liam gave her a tour of the

in there was what Isaac normally used, all of which were branded, even the water and coffee he drank. More than that, all of them were

now strapped, she was from an affluent family, after all, so she still knew a thing or two about branded

in detail, Patricia jotted it all down on her phone, swearing she would serve the man