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time to actually have a relationship. For people who didn’t suck at being a girlfriend. Aubrey was not one of those people.
    Not that it mattered . He didn’t want her after all.
    In a single week, Aubrey went from high on life to Debbie downer. The job she loved to do and thought she was appreciated , no longer felt like that. She never felt like more of an assistant than she had that week. That one comment by Jenna ruined her whole perception of herself. She had thought she was needed and wanted. She was, but as a scape goat.
    Then there was Henry. Fucking Henry. Why couldn’t she get him out of her damn head? Why did she let him in to begin with?
    Her car broke down , and she had to use a chunk of her savings to fix it. Her brother still wasn’t speaking to her, and her mother decided it would be a grand idea to invite her ex-boyfriend (who she hated because he figured out sex was just sex way before she had and proceeded to put it into practice before telling her he no longer wanted to be exclusive) and his family over that weekend for a barbeque. Her mother really didn’t get it.
    Aubrey pressed the elevator button and watched the numbers light up as they descended each floor of the building. Viola was huge. There were twenty stories to the building and every office on every floor was in use. It was a company that valued its employees. Or at least that ’s what they boast. Viola may value her, but Jenna sure didn’t.
    The elevator doors opened , and Aubrey stepped in. It stopped on every floor on the way up to the sixteenth level. People piled in and out the whole way making a normal two minute trip take ten. Aubrey looked at her watch and groaned. She was late.
    Rushing to her desk, she grabbed Jenna ’s coffee on the way, sloshing a little on her hand. “FUCK!” she yelled before dropping the mug to the tile floor where it shattered into a million pieces.
    Everyone turned to look at her. She flushed red but let them know she was fine and sat her bag down on the table closest to her before cleaning up the mess.
    With a fresh cup in hand, and a much slower gait, she walked into Jenna’s office. The phone was pressed to her ear, and the look on her face told Aubrey it wasn’t a good phone call. There were a few ‘uh-huhs’ and a couple ‘yes sir’s before she hung the phone up. Then the look was trained on Aubrey.
    “ You’re late.”
    “ I’m sorry, there was—”
    “ No, no excuses. Here is a list of everything I need done today. When you get back, I will have more.” Jenna held out a slip of paper, effectively cutting the conversation off.
    “ Jenna, I really am sorry. Have I done something wrong?”
    “ Why would you ask that? Doing errands is part of your job. I just haven’t utilized you in this way yet. I am paying you to assist me, and this is part of it. You are doing fine. Now, please get these done, and I will see you when you get back.”
    Aubrey took the slip from her and walked out the door. When she was seated at her desk , she opened the paper and wanted to cry. She had to walk Jenna’s dog, drop off her dry cleaning, and pick up a box of tampons. Last week she had been Jenna’s right hand. This week she was a damn dog walker.
    It didn ’t matter. She would not fail at being a personal assistant after being so good at it for years. No, she would do as she was asked and not say another word about it. At least, not to Jenna.
     
    ~*~
     
    Once Aubrey had left the building, she felt slightly better. When she drove to Jenna’s house to get the dog, she wasn’t so sure. Apparently Jenna’s puppy wasn’t exactly a puppy. No, the dog was a mastiff. A fucking dog almost as tall as she was.
    Its crap piles were huge , too. Worst day of work ever.
    Once the ‘puppy’ was taken care of, she had to hunt through Jenna’s dirty clothes for three specific suits to take to the dry cleaners. The woman had piles and piles of dirty laundry. It looked like she had gone weeks without washing