Angelica's POV

"That would be lovely, sir." I said and we put the food on the bowl, then readied some plates for them, "How long should I be as your temporary secretary..?" Jonathan stops putting spoons and forks.

"As long as it takes."

"But, the restaurant..." I trailed off.

"It will be fine, you can visit them when it's break time," he says as he organizes other things when the clock strikes seven, people start coming out of their rooms, and Madeleine and her mom are the only ones who's dolled up.

"What's that smell?" Madeleine sniffs and looks at us, "You made it?" she asked.

"We both made it," I smiled at her and she gave me a sly smile before sitting, Jonathan looked at me and I just tapped his shoulder.

"Let's eat, sir," I said and he nodded. Jonathan smiled sweetly at me, I took a seat beside him and his mother sat in front of us.

"Who made this?" Their mother asked.

"It's—" Jonathan cuts me off.

"It was her idea, but I cooked it, so it's us who made it." he looks at me and he widens his eyes at me to agree and I just smile in return.

"Yes, ma'am. I hope you like it," I passed the food to her and she took it delicately, as soon as they ate it... Nicholas' face lightens up and their father is always the same. But his eyes lightened up, I felt relieved and their mother answered.

"It's sweet, yet mildly spicy. I like it, for the least," she says, and I smiled gently at her. She cuts the pork and it cuts perfectly, "hmm, you boiled it for a perfect amount of time and the tenderness is perfect. Tell me, are you his secretary or... A chef?" the question suddenly struck my walls down, I don't know how I would answer her and silence filled the room. I looked at Jonathan, who was also looking at me and he just nodded.

"She's my secretary mom and she just loves cooking," Jonathan defended me.

"I was asking Ms. Angelica, not you." she darts her gaze at me as she shoves her spoon into her mouth.

"I am—" I was immediately cut off when Madeleine started choking and all eyes averted at me and focused on Madeleine, she gave me a quick wink and sat straight.

"I'm fine now, sorry to disturb you." The breakfast ended in an awkward mood. I took a bath in the guest room as the maids washed my clothes and pants. I told them not to, but they kept on resisting, so I gave in and they took it. When I finished, the clothes and pants were there, including my underwear. I picked it up and locked the room before I put it on.

"Are you ready?" Jonathan asks as I put on the clothes.

"No, sir, I'm still..." I huffed, trying to wear my pants and when they did, I fell on the floor. My face-planting on the ground, the door suddenly opens.

"Are you okay?" I raised my head and answered.

"Yes... Please turn around, I'm still not finished. I think the pants shrunk."

"Oh," he left immediately and closed the door. I stand up to look at the mirror. Yeah, it did shrink. I don't know what happened.

"Unbelievable," I said to myself.

"Are you done now?"

"Yes, you may come in." he opens the door and the door just dropped to the floor, I just remembered what I just thought of. He's an alien, don't be too close to him. Wait, I looked him in the eye. Is he reading my mind right now? He smirked, I think he just did. He rolled his eyes at me, I covered my eyes and he grabbed my wrist.

"What are you even thinking? I didn't see your body," he says.

"What?!" I said out loud accidentally.

"Sorry, you don't have to overreact at it." Jonathan scratched the back of his head and another memory flashed back, I shook it out of my head and he looked at me all weird.

"Sorry, something just bothered me, sir."

"What is?"

"If we're going to celebrate my belated birthday, why am I still wearing this...?"

"Well, what else can you do?"

"Well... If you're treating me for my birthday, first is, you have to give me something. Like a gift, not a compensation gift, but a celebratory gift."

"O...kay, like what for example?"

"For example... Dress! You can give me a dress," I said and Jonathan just nodded. He calls someone in the department store with racks of dresses later standing in front of me. My mouth hangs ajar and he looks at me.

"So, does this suffice?" he asks.

"I just need one, though," I said.

"Then we're gonna sit here all day long until we find what's good in you," he said and sat on the couch.

"Okay, this will take a while." I plucked three dresses out of the racks and when I wore one, it was beautiful. Flowers embroidered below and when I walked outside Jonathan looked at me with a critical eye and he suggested wearing another. I wore a black glitter dress and when I walked out he pushed me back inside.

"We're not clubbing," he says when he closed the door, I looked around if there was any camera. There's nothing so I managed to hide it inside my bag, so I wore another one. Light cream and heavy blue on the top, "You look like you're coming to get someone back in Heaven." he said as soon as I opened the door.

"Shush, people might get angry if you're talking about religion."

"If you didn't wear that, I wouldn't have said anything that might trigger them. Now go." I plucked more dresses from the rack and lots of dresses to ignore until there was one last dress from the rack, he didn't look so I took it and wore it. When I walked out, everyone gasped and Jonathan removed his hand from his face and he stood from where he sat.

"Is it okay?"

"It's more than okay, it's perfect," he says. I looked in the mirror and looked at the dress. White to pink color and a sprinkle of glitter gold on top.

"I look like a teenager here," I complained.

"Yeah, you do look like a teenager from that height. How old are you? 30?" Uh, rude. I smacked his shoulder hard enough that it sounds like a socket pops because water hits it, I laughed at it and appreciated the dress.

"Shall we go?" Jonathan asks, I nod and he escorted me out of his mall and into his car.

"Gotta say, you live a difficult life," I said to him as we drove along the streets of New York.

"How do you say so?"

"Your move is limited, your actions are also limited. You only need to do the right things for you to be called a 'good entrepreneur'," I said and he just sighed.

"What can you do about it? It's your reputation, your dignity. What else can we do about it? It's just only to be good," Jonathan said sincerely.

"But not all good leaders like you are really good, for example, if we ever manage to encounter one CEO... and find that he's evil, what will you do?"

"Nothing, unless he messes with me." he looks at me and smirks when he looks away, "But there's one thing I never felt before."

"Felt what?" I asked him.

"To love someone again..." he trails off and I just look at him.

"You know, my best friend told me this, 'love comes in no time. You might be falling in love with someone right now or maybe the next day, love knows no time. It just hits you right in your heart, when you feel happy and giggly it's because you're happy to see that person. When it aches when that person is with someone is what we call, jealousy and even sadness. Love does that to us, it makes us crazy until we get hurt and broken.' That's why if you're confused about yourself, remember that." I said to Jonathan and he looked at me one last time before looking away to drive.

"Thank you, that's some words of wisdom from your friend."

"Welcome, if you need someone to lighten up your day... You can text me," I smiled at him, that's the first time I felt kind of comfy around him. I hope it's just always like this, when the car stopped I unbuckled the seat belt and he asked me one last time.

"Are you ready?" He challenges me.

"I'm born ready, now let's go." I smiled again and walked out of the door.