The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 45

Both Cassie and Isabel turned around suddenly at the sound of the voice, with Cassie spinning around so abruptly that she accidentally knocked over the bottle of vinegar.

“Shit!” She hissed, as she scrambled to prop the bottle back to an upright position. By the time the bottle was upstanding again, more than half of its contents had already spilled on the ground. She then started to soak up the spilt vinegar with her napkin before it spread any further and possibly ruined the flooring.

“You shouldn’t swear.” Bethany cautioned hypocritically. “It’s absolutely unladylike.”

Isabel raised a brow and Cassie had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from reminding Bethany of how often she swore. If swearing was a feature that made someone ‘absolutely unladylike’, then Bethany was undoubtedly, the least ladylike woman Cassie knew. Hadn’t she been the one that had said ‘fuck’ just a few seconds ago?

The napkin that Cassie had been using to wipe the spilt vinegar had reached its maximum soaking capacity so she turned around to get another napkin and in doing so, she was finally able to properly get a good look at Bethany. She stood at the door with her hand on her hips, looking down on Cassie and Isabel as if they were nothing but dirt under her shoes. She was dressed to the nines in a sterling gray button down pantsuit with so many ruffles at the neckline that it made her appear like an arrogant turkey. Said neckline was cut so low that it looked like her boobs might spill out with one wrong move. Her blue ankle boots disappeared underneath the wide fabric of her pantsuit. She had on so much jewelry that it looked like she wore every single piece that she owned. A different pair of shades from the ones that Cassie had seen her wear were dangling from the low neckline of her outfit. As usual, her hair and makeup were flawlessly and enviably done.

“What the fuck is going here?” She repeated, causing the two friends to share a knowing look. “You were supposed to be done with the couch ages ago, Christina.”

“Once again, Mrs. Hart, my name is Cassie.” Cassie corrected, ignoring the curious brow that Isabel had raised. She hadn’t told her of how Bethany was still yet to call her by her actual name. She reached for two dry napkins and continued soaking up the vinegar from the ground.

“Once again, Christina, I don’t give a fuck what your name is. I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want to. It’s your job to answer me when I call and not to correct me.” Bethany snared. “Why aren’t you done with the couch? It shouldn’t take you so long to get an ink stain out of leather. What time did you start?”

Cassie stared at the watch around Isabel’s wrist. “More than an hour ago. The ink is really embedded there. The stain would have come off more easily if it was wiped off immediately after the ink was spilled on the couch.” She explained.

Bethany’s eyes turned to slits as she regarded Cassie. “Are you suggesting that I should have involved myself in manual labor and cleaned the ink by myself?”

Cassie saw that Bethany appeared to be waiting for an answer from her. “No.”

Bethany couldn’t tell whether she was being sarcastic or not so she continued with what she had been saying. “I will have you know that I have never cleaned up after myself since the day that I was born and I do not intend to start now. That’s what people like you are for.” She sneered. Then her countenance became despondent as she flopped down on another couch. “And I was supposed to meet up with a friend here later today. Now that plan has gone to absolute shit because I can’t bring anyone in here when the couch looks like that.” She declared, pointing at the couch with the sort of dramatic exaggeration that Cassie had only seen in soap operas and never in real life.

“So, since you’re no longer bringing anyone over, does the stain still need to come out?” Cassie asked hopefully. There were people whose jobs were to actually clean places and they probably specialized in getting stains out. Why hadn’t Bethany hired one of them to get out the stain?

Bethany scoffed at her. “Of course you still have to get the stain out. Paraphrasing what you said, the earlier you work on the stain, the easier it would come out.”

Cassie sighed dejectedly. Of course Bethany wouldn’t have let her have even a brief moment of leisure and happiness.

“Hey, pass me another napkin.” Isabel said. She flung the napkin that she had been using to the ground. It was damp, green and smelt of an odd combination of ink, leather and bleach. “We’ll just have to put in more effort into this and we’ll be done soon.”

Bethany shut up from the couch so suddenly that Cassie thought her back would give out in the process. She glanced at Isabel as if she were just seeing her for the first time. “Who the fuck are you?”

“She’s my friend.” Cassie answered. “She came over to help me get the stain out. This isn’t exactly a one person job.”

Bethany eyed Isabel for what seemed like ages. Cassie was sure that she was going to say something offensive to Isabel, probably about how plainly she was dressed. But Bethany drew back sharply with a low gasp. “No. I asked you to get the stain out. Not her. She has to leave. Do it by yourself.”