waking

10.Chapter 10 Main Role Of A Personal Assistant

Shawn’s eyes landed on the top design in the pile. It was the highlight of Naomi’s TrueLove’s Kiss collection, a crown featuring a circular base, tipping up in the middle, with a huge gemstone on it. The note on the side offered a choice of a sapphire for the elegant, grown-up woman or a ruby for the daring, energetic young girl.

The crown was meant to be studded with 365 diamonds, one for each day of the year, making the wearer feel like a queen every day. Every diamond was different, and so was the special meaning attached to each shape.

Moving on to the necklace, Shawn saw the bold design. It looked like a snake with detailed carvings. The pendant, a heart-shaped 9.9-carat diamond, seemed to declare, “You’re forever in my heart. We’ll never be parted.”

Just from the design drawings, Shawn was impressed. He looked over the matching earrings, bracelets, and anklets that went with the collection and then started tapping his fingers on the table in a steady rhythm.

Shawn remained silent, and Naomi didn’t dare speak. She was proud of her work, confident that these designs would be a smash hit once launched. But whether Shawn held that same notion was yet to be seen.

“Name your price,” Shawn said out of the blue, his tone cold. “Did you design them yourself?”

Naomi nodded without hesitation. “Yes, it’s my own work. I’m a designer. I wouldn’t copy someone else’s work.”

“A designer?” Shawn’s mouth twisted into a playful smile as he looked at Naomi. “You’ve just graduated and worked for the Sanders Group for two months, and you’re already calling yourself a designer?”

Naomi bit her lip. She had only worked at Freddy’s company for two months, but thankfully, her designs weren’t yet handed over to him.

“Quit your job tomorrow and come work for Fischer Group’s jewelry department,” Shawn declared, downing his glass of red wine as a sign of trust in her abilities.

Naomi breathed a sigh of relief. If Shawn believed in her skills, that was enough.

“After dinner, get cleaned up and meet me on the third floor, in the bedroom,” he instructed.

“Yes, Mr. Fischer,” Naomi quietly agreed. She happened to want to talk to Shawn about treating the scars on his face.

She ate more at dinner than usual, feeling unexpectedly at ease with Shawn. He might look cold and grumpy, but he was way nicer to her than her family ever was.

At the Edwards manor, Naomi only got to sit at the table when Freddy or other guests were over. Otherwise, she’d eat leftovers or join the servants for meals.

After Naomi helped Carla clear the dishes, she headed upstairs to take a shower and change. Without any special requests from Shawn this time, she slipped into her own comfy cotton pajamas in light blue, including a top featuring a cute teddy bear and a regular bottom.

Carrying her laptop and sketchpad, she went up to the third floor. She had received some good news from the editor during the day. Her online comic was a hit. The readers were clamoring for more, showering her with likes and virtual gifts. The editor urged her to post additional chapters to build on the momentum and climb the rankings. With a higher spot on the list, she could secure bigger promotions, and with those, her popularity should skyrocket, making a book release much more attainable.

Naomi didn’t want to miss any opportunity. Whether it was her design work or her comics, she was open to branching out into any direction if it meant success.

To stand up against the horrible man from her previous life, she needed lots of money and a solid network of contacts. The more, the better.

Sure, clinging to Shawn’s coattails might smooth the way for her, but Naomi learned the hard way in her previous life that no one was truly reliable except herself. Especially those closest to her, who might just as likely stab her in the back when she least expected it.

Naomi, clutching her laptop and sketchpad, made it to the third floor and knocked on the door lightly. She only pushed the door open and stepped inside after she got the permission.

Shawn had just finished showering. His hair was dripping wet as water trailed down, and he wore only a towel around his waist. Naomi immediately turned her back. A chuckle came from behind her, followed by the sensation of a damp towel being playfully tossed over her head.

Her world went dark, but her nose filled with a pleasant herbal scent mixed with some unknown floral flavor.

Standing still and letting the towel cover her head, Naomi couldn’t help but recall the glimpse she had caught. There was a long scar on Shawn’s waist.

In her previous life and now in this one, Shawn was always a man of immense power and wealth. People usually couldn’t get close to him, so how did he get such a scar? Naomi could tell right away that it wasn’t from a car crash. It looked like the fierce cut from a cleaver.

After putting on a robe, Shawn turned to find Naomi frozen by the door, looking kind of silly with the towel over her head.

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile as he approached and pulled the towel off, gazing down at her puzzled look.

Naomi had to crane her neck to meet his eyes because Shawn towered over her, making her feel small as she stood five feet six inches tall.

“Mr. Fischer.”

“Come on, lie down on the bed,” Shawn said as he turned and walked into the bedroom, giving Naomi a slight nod towards the bed.

Naomi, holding her laptop and sketchpad, walked into the bedroom a little awkwardly and cautiously lay down on the big bed, still holding her stuff tight.

Shawn just stood there, watching her with an inscrutable look.

Feeling her heart pound from his stare, Naomi nervously asked, “Mr. Fischer, if I’m in your bed, where will you sleep?”

The corner of Shawn’s mouth twitched. “Naomi, haven’t you realized what your main job is as my personal assistant?” he asked.

Naomi bit her lip and stayed quiet.

“You said you were ready to do anything to show your gratitude, right?” Shawn sat down on the bed and gently took the laptop and sketchpad from her.

“From tonight, your task is to share the bed with me,” Shawn demanded.

He lay down and pulled Naomi close for a hug. Just holding her, he soon shut his eyes, looking peaceful.

Naomi was too scared to move. She was stiff as a board, and her heart was beating so hard it felt like it might jump out of her chest.

In a little while, Shawn’s breathing became steady. His eyes were closed, and even with scary scars on his face, those thick eyelashes resting softly made Naomi feel a strange sense of reassurance. At least, he wouldn’t hurt her.