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💟House : The Series {1}~ Mikey Williams|Sharife Cooper💟

Featuring ~ Mikey Williams and Sharife Cooper

📌Y/n is twenty two and so is sharife, while Mikey is twenty. {In this magical imagine where that would make sense✨😌}

.Y/N Pov.

By some weird random selection, the company chose me to be Mikey's personal assistant.

Now why the hell does a Basketball player need an assistant?

He already had an Agent, so what was the deal with the agency choosing a personal assistant?

Why me of all people?

That's Weird, That's Suspicious...

.....

Today was the day I actually met with his agent, to talk about the contract and terms of the arrangement. While not everybody knew about it, those who did claimed that I was lucky, for what reason, I don't know.

Sure Mikey had a huge following and social media presence, It was undeniable that he had talent and skills, but it was overrated.

(A/N: these are not my views✋🏽😗That nigga can play...Although I barely know shit about basketball.... and he is scrumptdillyicious 😩 would never say that to his face or in his comments, but yeah....anyway)

He was a good looking person, but all the girls that were after him made him a bit less attractive in my eyes. Long story short, no, you will not catch me fawning over this dude any time soon.

Being a female in this male dominated company, it was expected by the CEO's sexist standards that women only had their beauty as a way of bagging new clients. These sexist standards were also the reason why most of the females here do not hold high titles here, as well as the reason for a high school diploma along with his rich family's recommendation will get a man an executive position but a masters would have a woman be seen grabbing the boardroom's coffee and refreshments.

I made my way to a small meeting room opposite the boardroom on the second floor, straightening out my blazer as I opened the door.

I was met by the very person who I thought would come in late. Mikey. He looked up from his phone acknowledging the door opening.

"Oh! I- Hi, I'm so sorry Mr. Williams, I didn't expect anyone to be here yet" I said, shocked at the fact that Mikey was already here, I had thought that I'd have time to come in and get everyone a bottle water and set it on the table.

Yes I had to do that.

"Nah you good, I'm here too early if anything, the meeting ain't even for another twenty minutes" he said shrugging me off, returning his focus to his phone. "Okay, Can I get you anything Mr. Williams? Water? Coffee? Juice ? A muffin?" I asked, attempting to be hospitable.
"Water" he said without glancing up from his phone, I nodded leaving the room.

While in the break room, I made sure to get coffees and muffins for my male coworkers as well. Not bothering to get anything for myself, I balanced everything on a tray as I made my way back to the meeting room.

I nudged the door with my foot pushing open, as I made sure to hold it enough for me to get inside. Careful not to drop the tray or it's contents I placed it on the table before distributing it. Mikey muttered a small thanks when I placed his bottle of water in front of him to which I hummed a quiet response.

.....

After about ten more minutes of Mikey and I being the room alone, each entertaining our phones, my coworkers showed up at the scheduled time.

"Good Morning Mikey, Y/n" Mikey's Agent, John said, greeting us as he went for his seat, " as always, you're so competent" he mocked as he sipped on his coffee. "Tell me about it, she's so good at making coffee" Jason taunted as he came in after John, "Good Morning by the way" he said acknowledging and addressing Mikey, more than he was me. I replied with a curt head nod toward them as I plastered a fake smile on my face. They both knew how much I hated the fact that I was doing intern work when I've been with the company for three years going on four, and they never failed to remind me of it. "Mornin' " Mikey said, only now greeting the two, placing his phone face down as he focused on them.

"So we know that there have been certain little circumstances surrounding some aspects of your career lately and so as your agent, with the advice of your dad, we found it best to get you a personal assistan-" John started "An assistant?" Mikey questioned in confusion as to the purpose. "No disrespect, but what is that person gonna do? Come in the game and play for me when I don't feel like it? " He chuckled sarcastically.

"Uhhh... I don't mean to interupt, but I also have been wondering what the purpose of an assistant is exactly" I inputted. "Well this assistant will be in charge of what the public sees of Mikey, among other things but the assistant would be a sort of publicist, for now, since you're just recently starting off" Jason spoke up. "I do not want to sound ignorant here, but isn't the manager sort of a publicist and is he going to play basketball or run for president? Because I don't understand what a this whole campaign team is about?" I asked before anyone else could give their reaction. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mikey gesturing his hands toward me in agreement with my statement and confusion. "Y/n can I talk to you outside?" Jason said, nodding toward the door, with a fake smile that I could see through. "Sure" I said returning a meaningless one of my own, getting up and leaving. "So in layman ter-" I heard John start explaining to Mikey as I closed the door. Jason came out of the room looking displeased but I could care less. "Y/n I would appreciate if you would actually try to convince Mr. Williams into getting an assistant, rather than questioning everything we say" Jason stated. "Why?" I rebutted in question, if something didn't make sense to me I wouldn't allow it so why did this make sense?

"Did you just question me?" He questioned, trying to sound authoritive and threatening, but the way his face grew red with his question, and his blonde beard twitched with his lip, made me want to laugh. It didn't help that he was shorter than me when I wore heels. "Yes I did" I said, emphasizing the fact that I slightly had to look down at him. "Your job here is on the line Y/N, if you don't do this, it would be reported that you've been nothing short of incompetent the past three years, you know the CEO looooovesssss to fire your kind" he said trying his best to intimidate me. "Your kind? Me? Incompetent? I am the one that helped you and John bag most of the new NBA draft clients with no credit given" I replied annoyed "Well I hope the big man appreciates your efforts" he said with a smirk "care to rejoin me as I return inside?"

......

Weirdly, after that meeting ended, somehow I was now Mikey's "assistant". The finalized contract hasn't made it to me yet and I only agreed to accept the job, because as much as I hated the environment I worked in, it was a good enough paying job.

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