His Personal Assistant (completed)

Chapter 27

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Alaiza

We arrive at the restaurant shortly after Zander finished his little 'show' in the car. I got to say, I'm so impressed by his voice.

Like a gentlemen that he is, he opens the car's door for me as he holds his hand out. I quickly take his hand and get out of the car. I mean if I'm not quick enough, he might changes his mind and takes his hand back and we don't want that, now do we ?

Claire's is the restaurant's name. I have heard about this restaurant before, because it is popular for its Italian food and its bills, if you know what I mean . This restaurant is big, whoever owns this is probably really rich.

He opens the restaurant's door for me and I smile at him.

This man is a ridiculously good looking guy and also a gentleman by heart. And I thought that those types of people doesn't exist anymore.

We entered the restaurant and a waiter gives Zander a smile and he led us to a table that we reserved. Wow, I thought we only can do a reservation for dinner not for lunch.

"You need to do a reservation to eat here ?", I ask Zander, totally confused.

"Yeah, sometime this place is filled with peoples, who wanted to eat Italian food, so we have to", Zander told me and I nod.

I look around the restaurant and I can understand what he meant. Almost, all the tables in this restaurant is filled with peoples. Some are business men, some are foreigners and some are just students.

Wait

"So it means that the foods in here is mostly Italian food so it will be expensive right ?", I ask Zander, slightly worried that my savings that I tried to save for a very long time won't be enough to have a meal at this place.

"Don't worry, I'll pay", He tells me while he gives me a reassuring look.

"What? You saved me last time and the least I can do is treat you with some foods", I tell him.

"Nah, it's on me", he tells me again and this time I stayed quiet.

Call me cheap, but I don't want to spend my money.

The waiter smiles kindly at us as we sit down in the booth. He gives us two menu, one for Zander and ,of course, one for me.

I open the menu and look through the food and I gasped. All of the foods in the pictures look ridiculously delicious and edible that I have to cover my mouth my hand, just in case some drool decided to come out. My eyes dance across the name of the food as well as the pictures and I... can't decide which one to eat. I mean there are many options in here and I can't decide which one to eat.

"I think you should give us some time to choose our food", Zander slightly chuckles as he speaks to the waiter and the waiter gives us a smile and a bow before leaving.

About a year later, we called the waiter back. Zander chooses Bucatini all'Amatriciana, he said he always eat it whenever he comes, and I think that it's spaghetti, with different name. Well, I choose a normal Lasagne.

I know

Weird right? Spend a very long time choosing food and then ended up choosing a food that you can make at home .

Zander looks like he wanted to teases me for choosing Lasagne but he didn't. He just shakes his head and chuckles to himself but didn't say anything and I'm so grateful for that .

While waiting for our food, we walked about random things. I told him that my parents, with my little brother, is currently living in Australia and how I convinced them to let me come to work in New York. Zander tells me that he has a little sister, who is named Liza, and his parents is currently living in Singapore. He told me that, since he's a boy, his parents immediately approved when he asked if he can works abroad.

Some waiter and waitress passed by, says 'hello' or do a quick bow to Zander. I don't understand what is going on here.

Our foods came shortly after and we both grin, looking so excited. We dig in our food, like there is no tomorrow. I'm pretty sure that the people from the table beside us give us a disgusted look and trying to cover their children's eyes.

Poor children, having to look at 2 pigs eating their foods.

We finished eating and we sit still, looking at each other while letting our stomach do its job.

Zander asks for the bill and the waiter walks away and walks back 2 minutes later with the bills in his hand. It really surprises me that even though that this restaurant is jam-packed, the service is pretty fast. Some restaurant took hours to served your foods, to get the bills and to get your changes.

I tired to take the bills from the Waiter's hand but Zander's voice stopped me.

"Give it to me"

The waiter hands the bills to Zander. To be honest, I already knew that the foods will be expensive but I'm ready to pay for it, even though I know that if I actually pay for the bill, I'll eat bags of air for the next 4 weeks.

Zander's eyes scanned the bills. He takes out his wallet and takes out his credit card. He gives the waiter his credit and the waiter walks away, not before giving us a bow.

2 minutes later, the waiter walks back. Zander takes his credit card not before giving some tips for the waiter who later gives us a 'thank you and goodbye' with a bow. This waiter really likes to bow, ayy ?

Once again, Zander opens both the restaurant's door and the car's door for me.

This guy is such a gentlemen, I'm gonna melt into his arms now, byeeeeee.

He drives us back to Nathan's company. On the way back, Zander puts on another 'show' where he attempts to sing some high notes of some songs and I laugh my head off when he tried to reach some high notes but failed, miserably .

He parked his car inside the parking lots, under the company and we walked out. We both get into the elevator and I pressed the highest floor in the entire company. When Zander didn't presses any button, I gave him a confused look.

"Aren't you going to press anything ?", I ask him.

"Nah, I'm going to the same floor as you", He smirks at me.

"You're working at the top floor too ?", I ask him.

"Umm... You can say that", He tells me.

I was about to ask him what he meant by that but the elevator's door open, telling us that we're at the top floor. We both get out of the elevator.

"What do you mean by that ?", I ask him.

Zander opens his mouth to speaks but Nathan's voice cut his.

"Zander, what are you doing here ?", Nathan's voice rings through my ear and I, again, give both of them a confused look.

"Wait, you know him ?", I ask Nathan and Nathan nods.

"Zander Liberton, how can I not know him"

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