Chapter 2

After 1 month
Working for Max Fletcher is like a dream come true. I do simple stuff everyday- like schedule his meetings, writing notes or making him coffee in the mornings. In return I am rewarded with lunches at the best restaurants in New York, getting to spend time with him alone (every woman’s dream, believe me), and a very good salary. I rush to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. I never cook for me anymore as I always have my meals in the office or in the city with Max. Honestly, I never thought I was missing out so much with my insistence to count all my calories. One of my coworker hands me a big frappe full of whipped cream and chocolate biscuits. I grab a plate and start staking on it five chocolate pancakes, 3 sausages, 2 eggs. No, make it three. My plate is almost full so I grab another one. Of course I’m not going to eat all of this in one sitting. I am just bringing to my office what I want to eat until it’s time for lunch. For the second plate I grab a handful of cookies and some cinnamon buns.
“Damn, girl. You’re going to eat all that?” asked Dianne, one of my coworkers. I looked at her up and down, sneering. This piggy had the audacity to ask me something like that? She weighed close to 190 pounds.
“If I was you, I wouldn’t be worried about what I’m eating. Have you looked in a mirror recently?” I asked, looking towards her plate. “Maybe you should skip breakfast today.”
Returning to my office, I start eating everything on the plates, only leaving me wanting more. It’s probably the stress of working for a billionaire. I rub my stomach surprised to see I cannot feel my abs. It’s probably just period bloating… I say to myself, reaching out to grab some candies Max left for me the other day. Just as I finished the box, I heard his voice through the intercom, asking me to come to his office.
“You wanted to see me?” I ask, entering the room. There he stood, beautiful as always, in a dark suit which complimented his features. He looked back at me, his stare pausing on my body. Finally, he looks at me more than a couple of seconds! I’ve been waiting for this day since my first day. Maybe it has something to do with my skin tight gray dress. I can feel it hugging all my curves.
“Uhm- Yes. Just letting you know that in an hour we’re leaving for lunch with a very important associate of mine. He actually owns the restaurant we’re going to so I don’t want you to offend him in some way and not serve anything that is put in front of you. We’re his guests and we must respect him. Understood?”
“Of course”, I respond, feeling already excited of the new restaurant I’m going to try. On every of these lunch dates, I almost do nothing, just listen to what my boss and his associates are talking about and eating. And it’s perfect for me.