C6 OH BAD DAY!

As Mikayla poured hot water into the coffee cup, Lucas von Steele made an appearance walking down the executive hallway majestically nodding in acknowledgement to his employees greetings. She waited for him to enter his office before She quickly dialed his extension on the old-fashioned landline phone. "Good morning, Mr. Steele," she greeted him politely, her voice steady despite her racing heart.

"Good morning," came the reply from the other end, the voice devoid of recognition. "Should I bring your cup of coffee?"

Lucas agreed, With the coffee cup in hand and ready, she approached his office. Taking a deep, calming long breath, she turned The door handle which opened smoothly as she unlocked it and she stepped inside. Lucas had his back to her, gazing out of the window. "You can place it on the table over there," he instructed without looking back.

Mikayla complied, setting the cup down on the center table in the room. She cleared her throat nervously. "Do you need me to do anything else for you, sir?"

Lucas turned away from the window, pulling his suit jacket off of him, and rolled up his sleeves. "That will be all for now," he said.

"Ask Victoria to come see me" Then he turned to walk towards the five seater sofa behind the centre table. When he saw her "Miss Roberts what a pleasant surprise " he expressed as his face lit up. " I see you're still... Conservative to say the least he remarked as he stared her down. Mikayla became uncomfortable the last conversation coming to mind.

"You still don't remember, I see," he remarked with a teasing tone.

"Sir, if you don't need me for anything, can I take my leave?" Mikayla asked cautiously.

But Lucas had other plans. "On second thought, I'm going to need you to get me breakfast. Can you do that for me?"

Mikayla nodded. "Yes, sir. What would you like me to get?"

"What we had that night, truffle risotto" he replied studying her face for any signs that could give her facade away.

Mikayla looked completely lost, they had dinner together?? Hardly believable, she was just a small city girl who moved here about four months ago, she was confident that their path hadn't crossed until she came in for the interview. Now he was just pulling her legs, or was this one of his lame way of getting girls into bed she thought. if she had dinner with this Adonis looking man she was sure she would remember it.

"Mr. Steele," she began hesitantly, "I really do think it's a misunderstanding. It might be a lookalike. I have a pretty common face."

Lucas raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Is that so?"

Mikayla sighed, her frustration growing. "Yes, sir."

Lucas made his demands clear. "Do not order the food. You'll have to go there yourself and buy me some truffle risotto from sir caviar Riviera Italian restaurant.

Take the company card along. If the food should get cold before you get here, it'll be deducted from your salary. Do you understand?"

Mikayla nodded, her thoughts swirling with confusion and irritation. "Yes, sir. I understand."

"You may leave" he ordered switching to a more professional tone.

With that she walked quickly out of his office, into the elevator and out of the premises where she made a mad dash to the taxi line not caring she was on heels. "Taxi, she shouted as one stopped in front of her, she quickly entered" sir caviar Riviera Italian restaurant please, hurry".

"Ma'am, I cannot go beyond the speed limit if you don't like it you can get down now". The taxi driver replied sternly.

" I really don't have time for this she said, "fine!!! Please start moving now!!!

Sir Caviar Italian restaurant was an hour away from the office building, a fact Mikayla discovered as she stared at the Google Maps route on the taxi screen. Doubts crept into her mind. "Was Lucas trying to make her life miserable for something she knew nothing about?" She quickly shook those thoughts away; after all, she was his personal assistant, and it was her responsibility to cater to all his needs. Besides, she reasoned, rich people often had expensive tastes.

Anxiously, she waited for the taxi to reach the restaurant, "could you go a little bit faster sir, I'll leave you a generous tip" she offered trying to get him to go faster.

"Your generous tip won't pay the ticket fee when the cops pull Me over aye" the taxi driver retorted sarcastically

She gave up and switched her thought to considering how to keep the food warm during her return trip. she could make it back without the food going cold, if she wrapped them in her suit She contemplated.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity the taxi pulled into the restaurant's parking lot. Mikayla swiped the company card on the POS machine, quickly entered the pin, and She composed herself and walked with quickened pace into the restaurant as the bodyguard pulled the door open.

She didn't have time to savor the restaurant's ambiance or decor; as she was too busy racing against time. She hurried to the front desk and addressed the employee there. "I'd like to place an order," she said, her tone urgent.

"Good morning, ma'am," the employee replied cheerily. "What would you like to order from us today?"

"Truffle risotto, please. Could you hurry it up?" Mikayla asked, a hint of pleading in her voice.

"Yes, ma'am. If you'd take a seat, it'll be ready in ten minutes," the employee assured her.

Mikayla glanced at the employee's name tag, which read "Lauretta." She couldn't afford to wait that long. "Lauretta, could you make it quicker than that?"

"I'm afraid we can't do that, ma'am," Lauretta explained. "We ensure the quality of our food by using fresh ingredients to preserve our restaurant's prestige."

Mikayla sighed in exasperation. "All right," she reluctantly agreed, taking a seat at an empty table. She used the time to observe her surroundings, just her first day and she has entered places she could have only ever dreamed of before.