11. His Achilles Heel (bwwm) Completed #Wattys2016

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"Get me, my lawyers," he told Theo as he drove to work.
As soon as he reached the office several men were seated in his office waiting for him.
"I have a problem. You are going to solve it. I need a clean divorce, work permit documentation within the next few hours," he said as he shrugged off his jacket. "Theo will give you the client name," he said sitting in his chair as he picked up his reading glasses silently dismissing them.

A few hours later as he left his office heading for a meeting he saw a messenger handing Malcolm documents as another smile formed on his face.
Forgetting about his lunch as he drove around the city he found himself in front of the apartment he had sent her to. Admiring his latest acquisition the doorman greeted him warmly as he stepped in. Heading straight for the elevators he reached the second floor within seconds, finding himself in front of the apartment. Fishing out a key he opened the door finding the room empty until he heard signing in the direction of the kitchen.

Walking in that direction he cleared his throat as the room became sickeningly quiet. He was used to this by now, but somehow it felt awkward at this very moment.
"Your work permit, you start work as my PA's assistant tomorrow," he said handing over a passport with the permit.
Tears welled up in her eyes as he stood back clearly not accustomed to such a display of emotion.
"Thank you very much, sir. May God bless you," she whispered staring at her passport as tears formed.
"I shall take my leave," he said as she stopped him.
"Please stay for lunch. It's the least I can do," she said sincerely.

His stomach decided to grumble right there and then as he was about to decline.
Sitting down she presented him with a mouthwatering dish which he dug into silently cleaning his plate within minutes as he sat lost in thought only to be brought back to reality by her.
"What shall I call you?" He asked. He hadn't even bothered looking at her documents hence the question.
"Nyasha, my name is Nyasha," she said with a smile.
"Very well. See you tomorrow," he said as he looked her over. "You do have an attire for work right?"
"She shook her head yes," but he was not convinced as he looked her over.

Leaving the apartment he headed to a fashionable boutique and picked out several outfits with the help of the manager. Including makeup and other accessories, the female population deemed a basic necessity.
Sending Max with the purchases he headed back to work working late into the night.

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Divorce papers were signed to his pleasure as he looked over the documents his lawyer handed to him. Without another word, they left his office as he waited for the impending knock. A few minutes later she stood before him wearing a black pencil skirt with a white silk blouse with black pumps. He frowned at her choice of pumps over heels but brushed it off.
"Theo will show you around," he said as she was in the process of greeting him shutting her up in an instant.
"Thank you, sir."
Leaving his office he looked up to see her disappear behind the door.

Stepping out to see how things were going he bumped into Theo as he was showing her around.
Malcolm popped out of nowhere an angry scowl on his face once he saw her. Immediately she shrunk back standing behind Theo as he passed by us.
"Come with me," he said relieving Theo of his duty.
Two sharp claps brought the floor to silence as he stood looking at the group before him. If he was going to do this for each and every floor so be it, he thought to himself.

"This is my new assistant. If anyone, and I mean anyone," he said looking towards Malcolm, "does not do as she asks will be answerable to me. Offend her and you know the consequences," he said as he started walking towards the elevators.
Word got around of the bosses new assistant.
Theo stood once he saw them return.
"Have her things moved to my house, she will live with me," he said as Theo's eyes widened in shock.
"I am perfectly fine were..." She stopped once he gave her a look that told her to not contradict him.