Mafia's Girl

~chapter two~

Cressida

'Why do you think you should be elected, or in other words, chosen for this position as my assistant?' he asked still slightly smirking from his last question, but half-frowning from his failed attempt to crack me. 'Because I am a intelligent, good listening, trustworthy and helpful young woman, sir.'

The minister was staring at me deeply, as if he was trying to look inside my soul with eye contact. 'So?' I asked 'So, you have the job. Come in on Saturday, no later than 5:35. Come into my office sign the registration form and get me a shot of espresso, 3 pumps of cream, a sprinkle of cinnamon and one sugar.' Well, that was easy.

'Take this slip and get appointments for your hair and make-up everyday up until Christmas, December 27th to be exact.' Why should I get my hair and makeup done when I could do it how I have it now?! 'Excuse me, but is there something wrong with my appearance? I don't see the point of getting my make-up done, when I could simply just do it myself.' 'You heard me.'

'Fine. Thank you and goodbye, Mr?' I said, feeling stupid that I didn't even ask for my new boss' name.

'Malfoy.'