Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 93: The Voice

When his phone had started vibrating, an indication that he had an incoming call, Derek had been in the middle of a very important meeting where he could not afford to be seen as anything other than one hundred percent focused. After that meeting, he had gone directly into the one that he was currently in. And just before entering the conference room, he had taken out his phone to see who had been trying to reach him. He had nearly fainted on the spot when he had seen her name, PA Emily, on the screen. But then the meeting had begun and he had been forced to put the phone away without listening to the message.

Even in the breaks that they had, all Derek did was look at the message, not wanting to open it. If her message said she was coming back, he would be too happy to get any work done, and that would not be good.

If she was calling to tell him that she had found a better job, and needed his help for whatever reason, then it would crush him. And he would be too out of it to be any good at work. So Derek sat through the meeting, and thought of nothing but the message that Emily had left behind.

When the meeting ended, he went about his day, stull ignoring the call. He sat in on meetings, signed mergers, listened to top clients complain about nothing in particular, fired yet another PA, this time because he was nearly scalded with piping hot coffee, all because the PA had been ogling a passing woman’s cleavage(Derek was not even bothering with names anymore, this one was number fifteen). Fifteen left without much drama, apparently word had gotten round that the job as Derek’s PA was that of a revolving door. People were in and out, as it should be. The job of personal assistant to the Chief Executive Officer belonged to Emily Molson, and only Emily Molson.

With that thought in mind, Derek managed to hold on until he could finally leave for the day and head home to the manor. On the way home, he did not stop, knowing very well that if he did, there would be nothing preventing him from listening to the message.

Even once at home, Derek made sure to leave his phone upstairs when he went to have dinner with his mother. He felt like a sports fan who had not managed to watch the final the night before and was now doing everything in their power to make sure that the game was not spoiled in any way shape or form.

It was very stressful. And it got even more stressful under his mother’s ever watchful eye.

"Darling, are you sure that you are alright, you seem...preoccupied. Is it work?" Tired of being asked if he was doing fine every few seconds Derek went with that.

"Yes, mother, I am having a bit of a situation at work, but it should be resolved soon, there is no need to worry," To his surprise, she smiled, not even trying to hide it as she grabbed her glass of wine and took a healthy sip. Putting the glass down, she gave him a look, smiling at him with her eyes.

"Derek, I would hardly call what you are having, a bit of a situation. Firing people left, right and centre deserves a more that to just be called a ’a bit of a situation’. Last I checked, you were inching close to over thirty personal assistants fired in less than a month. Do try to slow down, darling, people might start to say that you are difficult," Oh, she thought he was stressed over constantly having new people in his office. Deciding to play along, Derek chewed took a bite of his baby spinach and shrugged at her.

"If they were good at their jobs I would not have to get rid of so many of them. Give useful people what is due to them, and get rid of the rest. You taught me that mother," He reminded her and she nodded, her hair was in a simple up do that night. With no guests to entertain, she was more relaxed, and at his words, she threw her head back and laughed.

"On that note, you are right, I never could stand incompetence," And they left it at that, the two of them finishing dinner in silence. The next thing Derek knew, he was up in his room, freshly showered, dressed in blue silk pyjamas and staring at his phone. Finally, when he could not take the anticipation any more, he tapped at the screen and Emily’s message began to play.

"Hey, Derek, its me. Emily, your former PA," He smiled at the phone, pausing the audio for a moment. Of course he knew it was her, did she think that he had deleted her number? When he resumed the message, the smile slipped of his face as Emily got angrier and angrier with each word out of her mouth "You know, the woman whose career you are toying with? Stop it right this instant Derek or so help me I will rearrange your bone structure and you will be breathing through your butt hole, with your toes being your new teeth. Do not mess with me, Emily the PA would not have touched you, but just Emily will knock your teeth out. Do not make me come over there," The voice message ended and Derek was left staring at his phone, his eyes wide.

Oh, she was really angry, and she had every right to be. Looking around, Derek went as far as getting up to go and close the windows, suddenly feeling very unsafe. It felt as though Emily could pop up right behind him and start rearranging his bone structure like she had promised.

With windows closed, he went back to bed, and picked up his phone. That night, Derek did not sleep, as was his usual thing, but he also did not go out swimming. Instead he lay in bed and played the recording over and over again, a smile on his face.

After weeks of nothing but staring at the photo that he had of her from the newspapers, holding the coat he kept at the penthouse. Derek had her voice too. It was more than he deserved, especially since he was blocking her from leaving, but he was very grateful for it.