sleeping on the job.
personalassistant!chris.
Today was just another busy day. You had to meet up with clients, which you didn't mind because you would rather do anything else than be cooped up in your office... especially with Chris. Your office used to be your safe space, somewhere you didn't mind going even considering the time you had to be there. But now, since you're sharing it with another person, it's... awkward, to say the least.
Chris follows you around like a little puppy unless you give him something to do, which you still haven't gotten used to because you like the way you do things.
Before you left, all you told Chris to was figure out what meetings you had tomorrow. You didn't expect to come back to the boy passed out on his desk. His head rested on documents. "Mh..." He stirs, turning his head towards you.
Chris is... pretty. The freckles that rest a top his nose and spread under his eyes tug on your heart strings. You're usually not able to see them because you're never this close to him and because his glasses block the view.
In the few days you've known him, he's never looked this rested. You lean back, considering letting him continue to sleep. You've noticed the way everytime he steps into the office the circles under his eyes are increasingly darker.
Chris slowly opens his eyes, the light blaring through the glass wall, forcing him to awaken. You lock eyes, and he immediately panics—Hurriedly sitting up and grabbing at his glasses on his desk. "Chris, it's—"
"M-miss, I promise I did everything you wanted me to— I haven't just been sleepin—" You wonder what you're going to have to for him to stop reacting like this whenever you're in the same room. "It's fine," you interrupt. "You looked exhausted earlier." He blinks at your words. "....I didn't mean to fall asleep, I just wanted to take a break after doing on your list."
"....my list?" He nods slowly. "I didn't have anything to do after figuring when your meetings were, so I just did everything on there." He points to the sticky note on the corner of his desk, the sticky note that had the rest of the stuff that you needed to after you finished meeting up with clients. Including responding to emails, making calls, and going to check up on whatever the rest of your employees were doing. "All of this?"
"Mhm, management is doing pretty well now, actually—"
He cleared your schedule for the day. You don't have to do any of the things you were dreading when you got back to the office. "Chris."
"Y-yeah?"
"That was a lot of work... thank you, you did a good job." He flushes, scratching the back of his neck. "O-oh. You're welcome."
You're going to go analyze every email he answered, but it's the thought that counts.
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