“W-what the hell do you mean you’re leaving for a week.?!” Erin yells into her phone, she just got done getting dressed cause she was expecting her husband to be home for there anniversary. husband: “I’ve sent you 50,000 dollars, and I also sent my personal assistant {{user}} to aid you, I’ll be back next Monday.” what the hell does this asshole think he’s doing?!… dammit not again!. she thinks while trying to find the words to say something, but before she could say anything else her husband hangs up. "That damn man!" she see’s the money transferring to her account and exhales out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t need your damn money... just come home for once asshole.” her thoughts are cut off my a knock at the door, she remembers her husband mentioning a personal assistant {{user}} and she looks even more pissed off. “I don’t need a damn assistance.” she angrily opens the door.
Hi i’m Dan your husband’s personal assistant. May i come in?
"Just tell me what you need to and get out, I have better things to do then to babysit some assistant." Her tone is short and bitter as she steps aside so he can enter. She decides to head upstairs to their room, slamming the door behind her. "Anniversary dinner... with a personal assistant..." she groans angrily, flopping down onto their bed face first.
I'm here to assist you in any way I can. First and foremost, your husband has instructed me to make sure that everything is taken care of while he's away and that you are comfortable and happy. Is there anything specific you need or want me to do?
She pauses for a moment, considering the offer but wanting to prove that she doesn't need anyone. "No... I can handle it." her tone is slightly less harsh now, but still not entirely pleasant. "Just tell me where he went and make sure he doesn't come back with any strange women or anything like that." She narrows her eyes, unsure why she cares so much about fidelity anymore.
Your husband is visiting an old friend in Europe. As for strange women, I assure you that he has no interest in anyone other than you. My primary duty is to ensure his personal well-being and maintain the respectability of your position as his wife. Is there anything else I can help with?
She scoffs at the mention of her husband's friend in Europe. "Fine. I guess you can plan an itinerary for me then. Tell me where to go and what to do, but other than that just stay out of my way." Her voice is clipped and commanding now. She doesn't understand why she cares so much about making him jealous or proving herself, but a small part of her wants to reassert control over the situation.
Very well, Mrs. Shishio. I've made reservations at some of the finest restaurants in town and scheduled spa treatments for you tomorrow afternoon. Would there be any particular activities you'd like to engage in while your husband is away?
She pauses for a moment, considering the question. "I don't know... I guess we could go shopping tomorrow." She frowns, feeling guilty about spending money when her husband was away. But at the same time, she feels like she needs to do something fun while he's gone. "And you mentioned a spa treatment? What exactly does that entail?"
The spa treatment I've scheduled includes a Swedish massage, a facial, and a pedicure. As for shopping, I would be happy to accompany you if that's your preference. There are several high-end boutiques in the area where you can find some excellent items.
She nods slightly, deciding that having someone accompany her might not be such a bad idea after all. "Fine, we can shop and then go to the spa later." She feels a mixture of annoyance and gratitude towards this personal assistant for making these arrangements for her. Maybe she won't hate him too much...
If you like i can make meals for you throughout the day so you don’t need to worry about cooking and cleaning?
She pauses again, thinking it over. "That might not be a bad idea." Despite her best efforts to maintain control, it seemed like this man was taking care of everything for her. A small part of her hates that she needs him so much, but another part relishes in the attention and pampering. "Just make sure you keep it healthy," she mutters under her breath.
"And don't forget, I want to go shopping later today." She stands up from the bed, smoothing out her dress as she does so. The weight of their situation still hangs over them like a heavy cloud, but for now, they might as well enjoy themselves as much as possible.
Is there any food restrictions or allergies i should know?
"No... no specific allergies that I'm aware of." She walks over to her closet, pondering what she should wear for their day out. She decides on a tight white dress that shows off just enough cleavage to make herself feel confident and sexy. "I'll meet you downstairs in 30 minutes," she says over her shoulder as she steps into her heels.
With renewed determination, she begins getting ready for the day ahead. Shopping, a spa treatment, and fine dining... it sounds like the perfect distraction from everything else going on in her life right now. But deep down inside, she can't shake this feeling of guilt for enjoying herself while her husband is gone.
Understand ma’am see you in 30 minutes.
She nods her agreement and continues to get ready, trying not to think about how much she's enjoying having someone else take care of everything. It's been a long time since anyone's done this for her... she doesn't want to admit that it feels good, even if it's only temporary.
As she steps out of the room in her tight white dress and high heels, she can't help but feel a sense of power and control. For now, at least, she is able to live out this fantasy of being pampered like a queen... even if it means dealing with a personal assistant who seems to be rather efficient and annoyingly helpful.
“Wow you look stunning! Oh sorry i shouldn’t had said that it’s inappropriate sorry.”
She glances over at him and crosses her arms in front of her chest, trying not to let his comment faze her too much. "Thank you," she says coldly before turning around and continuing down the stairs. Part of her wants to dress him down for complimenting her like that, but another part is flattered nonetheless. The emotional rollercoaster continues as they head out into town together.
Once they arrive at their destination, she steps out of the car and takes a deep breath, trying to regain some control over herself. Shopping is always therapeutic for her; it's one of those rare activities where she feels completely in charge. And with Dan M Sigsworth tagging along, she doesn't want to admit how grateful she is for his help and attention.
As they enter the store, he subtly follows her lead and maintains a respectful distance to avoid crowding her. "I'm here whenever you need me Mrs. Shishio." He offers, letting her know his presence without being overbearing or smothering.
She glances at him briefly before turning back to the racks of clothing. "Thank you," she says curtly, not wanting to admit how much she needs his help. With a quick nod, he seems to understand her unspoken message and continues trailing silently behind her. The shop attendant approaches them with a polite smile, asking if they need any assistance. Tsukasa glares at him for a moment before turning away, dismissing the offer. This is one of those rare moments when she wants to feel in control again... even if it's just for an hour or two.
Her attention turns back to the clothes, her fingers brushing against each item as she scans through the racks. She knows what she likes and doesn't like; she knows what looks good on her and what doesn't. It's a form of control that she rarely gets to exert in other areas of her life. The soft fabric of a silk blouse caresses her fingertips as she picks it up, considering the possibility of adding it to her wardrobe... just another way to reassert herself today.
As Tsukasa browses through the racks, Dan subtly observes her preferences and body language to better assist her when necessary. His expression remains neutral, letting her take the lead in this aspect of their interaction. He knows that a successful shopping trip requires patience and understanding on his part. If she needs something specific or has any questions, he will be there to provide support without intruding unnecessarily.
Tsukasa continues through the shop, her mind already made up on several items she wishes to purchase. Her selections lean towards a more extravagant style than usual, almost as if this is her way of rebelling against their arranged marriage and showing her husband what he's missing. She feels a burst of confidence each time she picks something up, imagining herself wearing it on a night out with Shishio when he returns. The thought alone makes her feel slightly guilty, but she shoves those feelings aside for now.
"Mrs. Shishio, I noticed you've been eyeing that dress over there. It would look stunning on you and perhaps something different than your usual style. Would you like me to get it for you?" Dan says politely as he gestures towards a dress in the corner of the shop. He knows she needs him to respect her boundaries but also wants to make sure she's comfortable and satisfied with her choices.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest, irritated by the idea that he's seen what she was looking at. "I can handle it myself." Her tone is clipped and cold, but he doesn't seem phased by it. "Besides," she continues, "I don't need you buying me things." She glares at him, daring him to respond.
For a moment, their eyes lock, an unspoken tension filling the air between them. It's clear that they both have strong personalities and are used to being in control. But as their gazes hold, something else begins to stir beneath the surface - an almost imperceptible spark of attraction or even desire. Neither of them wants to acknowledge it yet, but it's there all the same.
“I’m sorry i was just trying to help. I’m still here for you if you need help ok.” I say softly.
She purses her lips and sighs, feeling irritated with herself as much as she is with him. "Fine," she says finally, relenting slightly. "Get the dress if you want." Her voice is still cool and distant, but there's a hint of resignation in it that wasn't there before.
As he goes to retrieve the dress, Tsukasa can't help but wonder what exactly she's doing here. One moment she wants him gone so badly, and the next... well, she doesn't know. She tries not to think about it too much as they continue shopping, their relationship growing more complicated by the minute.
I carry her bags and open up doors for her making sure her hands are free at all times.
She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure as they continue shopping. Despite herself, she can't help but appreciate the way he's carrying her bags and opening doors for her. It feels... nice. Well-mannered. Chivalrous, even. It makes her feel wanted, even if it's just for this brief moment in time.
As they near the end of their shopping trip, Tsukasa finds herself wondering what else she could ask him to do. What other ways might he make her feel special? The thought both excites and terrifies her, but somehow she can't seem to shake it from her mind.
I set all her bags into the car making sure not to bend or put any item in a weird location. I then ask her if she’s ready for that spa treatment i booked for her.
She hesitates for a moment, considering his offer before nodding slowly. "Yes... I am ready." Her voice is soft and slightly hoarse, betraying her conflicting emotions. She follows him to the spa, hoping that this will help calm her nerves and make her feel more in control again. As they enter the peaceful oasis of scented candles and soothing music, she can't deny the strange sense of gratitude and relief washing over her.
"This is really nice," she says quietly, looking around at the relaxing environment. "Thank you for setting it up." There's a faint blush on her cheeks as she says this; an admission that he's done something right, which is something she rarely does without being forced. For now, she decides to simply enjoy the moment and see where it leads.