The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)
Chapter 93 - Book 2

The subway to work is crowded as usual, even at this early hour the smell and noise are overwhelming. I'm overly fragile, nausea plaguing me all the time these days; the stress of moving offices and away

from Jake making me physically ill.

I check my watch for the fiftieth time this morning.

I'm late again... What the hell is wrong with me lately?

I groan inwardly. I can't seem to get my head together or get back on track with anything. Giovanni Carrero has yelled at me so many times these last three weeks, I feel like resigning. He's demoted me to coffee bearer for now and I'm slowly losing everything I've worked for. My reputation as an efficient PA is shot and I've heard the rumors circulating the building.

Jake Carrero dismissed me for my incompetence and moved me to his father's building, because he felt sorry for me.

That stung. The lies upset me, but I push them down into the depths of my mind along with everything else about Jake Carrero. It's better than people knowing the truth; that the stupid, naive PA fell in love with her boss and he didn't feel the same way.

That truth hurts more than rumors and lies ever could.

His father has more assistants than he needs but he likes to be surrounded by a swarm of servants, yet still, I am surplus to requirements it seems. So, instead, I've become a glorified receptionist without a desk or any actual tasks or responsibility. I am that person who is asked to do the menial things, like hauling files to the library, making trips to Starbucks, and serving hot drinks to stuffed shirts when a meeting is in full swing. It just adds to the rumors that I am useless.

My life is over.

I've thought about leaving so many times, scanning the classifieds in the paper almost every chance I get, but something always holds me back.

More like someone!

Somehow, still working for the Carrero Corporation is my link to Jake and I'm not ready to let him go just yet if I ever will be. The pain is still too raw even though I haven't seen him or heard from him. This is the true definition of being frozen out and even the office gossips don't seem to know about anything going on in Jake's life since he dismissed me.

That's the whole point of him keeping his staff small and in his trust, I guess. Unlike his father, who has an army of minions and everyone seems to know Senior Carrero's business. He's so public about a lot of things, and loud, and commanding.

He yells at staff frequently and isn't shy about his movements or dragging an entourage with him wherever he goes. He has a mix of security, assistants, and god knows what else, always crowded around him pandering to his every whim. I miss Jake's less inflated, uncomplicated character. He's only ever needed me as ironic as that is.

I walk the last block to my new office building; it stands tall and blindingly bright, another column of pointy glass and harsh edges-just like Executive House. A sharp knife looking column amid the Manhattan corporates, standing as tall as most. I shudder. I hate working here. I hate everything about this place. I miss what I had at Executive House in so many ways, beyond Jake.

The sterile interior is uninviting, and the staff at Carrero Tower are always so afraid to step out of line under the command of Senior. The relaxed aura of Executive House is completely absent in this building and I never thought I'd see the day where I missed Jake's laxness and personal touch. The whole atmosphere between the two is so different.

The receptionist casts me a disapproving look as I shuffle past in a hurry, knowing for a fact I look disheveled. I slept in, rushed about, and practically got dressed while running out the door. This shorter wavy style in my hair is always doing its own thing nowadays but I simply don't care anymore. I glare back at her icily to cut off her stare.

Yes, I'm late... I don't fucking care.

She glances away fast. She's met my anger before; during the first three days I was here. She spilled coffee down my cream pencil skirt when passing, so I unleashed teen Emma in a rather grand fashion. I'd been a touchy, aggressive, nightmare those first few days and one wrong word got her a tongue lashing from hell. My face twists into a snarl, thinking of the calm and controlled Emma of the past who was always so poised.

Where is she now?

She's jumped off a goddamn bridge! I can't seem to muster her of late, no matter what. I miss her. Jake Carrero killed her; weeks of tears can do that to a person.

I drop my bag and cell on the desk in the office, among the sea of temp desks. It's pretty much a free for all where you sit when you need a seat. I miss having my own office and my own space, but it's not like deserve it anymore. The inclination to run and organize my new boss's life has deserted me. I have zero interest in his calendar or responsibilities. I'm a train wreck nowadays and probably couldn't organize ar alcoholic's party in a brewery.

My cell vibrates across the table, Sarah's name lights up the screen along with her face brightening it with a grinning selfie. She never calls me at work so concern rises in my stomach as I reach for it. She's my best friend and roommate, but even she knows not to bother me here.

"Sarah, what is it?" I ask in a clipped tone, laced with nervous apprehension, inner dread rising that something is wrong.

At least I still have anxiety by my side.

Nothing changed there then.

"Emma, I'm really sorry to bother you at work... I know you don't like it ... But your mother is here," she mumbles sheepishly then silences at my angry gasp of air.

"What the f-?" I cut myself off, glancing around the room for listening ears. There are a couple of assistants milling about so I lower my voice, bringing my mouth to the receiver to quietly hiss.

"What the hell is she doing there?" I know I shouldn't take this out on Sarah, she's only the messenger but I'm seething from every pore at the mere mention of Jocelyn Anderson's appearance. Weak pathetic woman who chose another abusive boyfriend over sense or logic.

She has no right to show up like this! Invading my life after what she's done.

"She says she came to see you... To talk... What shall I do with her, Ems? I need to leave for work soon, I'm on an early shift today." She sounds genuinely upset, knowing she's stuck between a rock and a hard place, but my girl knows which side she should be rooting for-if she has any sense at all. I take a steadying breath, pushing down my internal rage in a bid to remain calm and adjust my tone to as neutra as I can muster.

"Show her the door," I reply bluntly. "I need to get back to work, Sarah. Goodbye."

"Emma, but-"

I hang up quickly. I know Sarah will try to talk me around, but I can't deal with this right now. I can't deal with anything lately. I just need everything in my messed up, pitiful life, to take ten steps back, give my brain time to stop reeling and replace its feet again. The last few weeks have been one constant headache and I'm drowning, I can barely breathe with it all.

My cell rings again but I reject the call. Sarah is persistent, more so of late since the changes in me have hit her hard; I feel like she's been smothering me with over-protectiveness. She doesn't know this version of me, this unraveling mess of tears and bad moods, the scatter brain behavior, or the chaos I'm leaving in my wake. I think even she longs for a hint of the old Emma to come back and I'm really trying, for both our sakes. Her insecurity over my new persona is obvious and upsetting.

Somehow the mention of my mother has flipped a little switch inside me though and a wave of numb seeps in as the icy controlled part of PA Emma takes hold. I'll have to deal with my mother at some point, just not right now, and it only angers me further that she thinks she can just waltz in unannounced as though I owe her my time. I lift my chin defiantly.

That's right, use the anger to fuel your return, cling on to that tiny piece of defiance and get your goddamn life back on track!

I am relieved at the tiny inkling of fire burning deep down inside my belly once more.

You're still in there, Emma. You can do this.

Walking into the board room I catch sight of the mess left behind from the breakfast meeting I obviously missed. Not that I really care. I sigh, heavily, since it's me who is going to have to clear this up, despite this floor paying cleaners to keep the place tidy-but they usually only appear after hours. I pout at the monotonous tasks that have become mine. It's so deflating considering I used to travel the world as the right hand of an accomplished CEO.

What the hell happened to me? This time last month I was PA to Jake Carrero! I was organizing his entire life, sitting in five-star hotels, pouring over contracts with him. We were friends and the whole time I was trying to ignore the fact I was head over heels in love with him.

I shake my head, discarding the thoughts that come uninvited into my mind, and start picking up the scattered documents and brochures from the table and returning them to the cart to be filed away. I stack the empty mugs and plates on the trolley, meant for serving food and drink, by the door. At least I can lose myself in cleaning up this room and bringing some calm back to the chaos in my head. I set myself to task, submerging my brain into deep cleaning the room and wiping away the mess made by its previous occupants; hopefully some of it will rub off on my thoughts and help me get back to myself.¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶