quoted the last part “that means you will be walking around the course, for that you need to wear golf shoes. You can wear a pant suit with the golf shoes if you want, I just think you’d look hilarious,” He said flashing me a huge smile.
“Fine. Golf shoes,” I said crossing my arms.
“And outfit. Consider it your golfing uniform. I close a lot of deals over golfing,” He said still with his hands on is pockets.
“Ok, then,” I nodded and Patrick nodded back. “What time should I wake you up?” I asked pretty sure of myself.
“How did you know I needed to be?” He had a humorous smile on his lips.
“Lucky guess,” I smiled back.
“Eight. I need you to wake me up at eight,” I nodded “Good night, Lucinda,” He said as he began to turn to take the stairs.
“Good night, Patrick,” I walked back to the pool house. Once in my bed I looked at my cell phone to see that it was 3:30 am. I set the alarm for 7:00 am. I had 3 and a half hours left to sleep and I had all the intent of sleeping them well.
At 7:00 am I woke up, took a shower and let my hair air dry while I chose what to wear. I was reminded that I was buying an outfit for the day later so I just threw some sweat pants and halter on, put on my make up and walked into the kitchen. It already smelled delicious.
“Good Morning,” I said to Miranda.
“Good Morning, Lucy. How was your first night?” “Good, thank you, Miranda. Question,” I said as I leaned against the breakfast counter, she nodded and I smiled.
“I am supposed to wake Patrick up. How do I do that? Should I call him on the phone…?” I let the last line linger and Miranda smiled-
“No dear, you go, knock on the door and if you don’t hear a thing you go in and shake him by the shoulders.”
“Does he...wear any clothes to sleep?” I asked with a serious look.
“Oh My god, Lucy,” Miranda almost spit out her tea, “Where did you get that idea? Of course he does,” I shrugged and look at the clock: 7:55 pm. Time to wake him up.
I went up the stairs and knocked on his door. Thankfully, he answered quickly and I just let him know that it was time to wake up. I took my time to have breakfast while he was getting ready. Miranda let me know that Patrick would ask for breakfast once he was ready; there was no way to know what mood he was on so we should just wait.
I was on a stool having my last sips of OJ when Patrick showed up in the kitchen, “Good Morning, Ms. Owens.” He spoke in a serious tone; I assumed he was not a morning person. I looked up from my glass and saw him all dressed up in a brownish golf outfit. Did I mention I hate golf outfits?
“What would you want for breakfast, Patrick?” I asked as I jumped down from the stool and took the glass to the sink.
“Mom’s omelet please, and coffee. Lots of it,” He said as he walked out of the kitchen and I turned to look at Miranda, already making the omelet. “Here,” she said giving me a tray with a cup and a pot with coffee. “You’ll want him to have his coffee before he asks you to go through the day’s schedule.”
I was right; Patrick was not a morning person. I took the tray with the cup and pot and was about to open the door to the dining room when someone put the newspaper on the tray. I looked up to find Sarah smiling and I just nodded and smiled. It seemed as everyone wanted me to be good at my job. Maybe they were just tired of seeing assistants come and go. I pushed the door open with my butt and out I went, expecting the unexpected.
“Coffee,” I said as I put the tray on the table and poured some on the cup I guessed he liked it black since there was nothing else on the tray. “Paper,” he said and I handed it to him. He just nodded and drank the cup of coffee in one long sip.
“Thank you,” he said. I poured some more coffee since I saw his expression change completely from “non coffee Patrick,” to “coffee Patrick.”
“Let’s go through the day’s
“Fine. Golf shoes,” I said crossing my arms.
“And outfit. Consider it your golfing uniform. I close a lot of deals over golfing,” He said still with his hands on is pockets.
“Ok, then,” I nodded and Patrick nodded back. “What time should I wake you up?” I asked pretty sure of myself.
“How did you know I needed to be?” He had a humorous smile on his lips.
“Lucky guess,” I smiled back.
“Eight. I need you to wake me up at eight,” I nodded “Good night, Lucinda,” He said as he began to turn to take the stairs.
“Good night, Patrick,” I walked back to the pool house. Once in my bed I looked at my cell phone to see that it was 3:30 am. I set the alarm for 7:00 am. I had 3 and a half hours left to sleep and I had all the intent of sleeping them well.
At 7:00 am I woke up, took a shower and let my hair air dry while I chose what to wear. I was reminded that I was buying an outfit for the day later so I just threw some sweat pants and halter on, put on my make up and walked into the kitchen. It already smelled delicious.
“Good Morning,” I said to Miranda.
“Good Morning, Lucy. How was your first night?” “Good, thank you, Miranda. Question,” I said as I leaned against the breakfast counter, she nodded and I smiled.
“I am supposed to wake Patrick up. How do I do that? Should I call him on the phone…?” I let the last line linger and Miranda smiled-
“No dear, you go, knock on the door and if you don’t hear a thing you go in and shake him by the shoulders.”
“Does he...wear any clothes to sleep?” I asked with a serious look.
“Oh My god, Lucy,” Miranda almost spit out her tea, “Where did you get that idea? Of course he does,” I shrugged and look at the clock: 7:55 pm. Time to wake him up.
I went up the stairs and knocked on his door. Thankfully, he answered quickly and I just let him know that it was time to wake up. I took my time to have breakfast while he was getting ready. Miranda let me know that Patrick would ask for breakfast once he was ready; there was no way to know what mood he was on so we should just wait.
I was on a stool having my last sips of OJ when Patrick showed up in the kitchen, “Good Morning, Ms. Owens.” He spoke in a serious tone; I assumed he was not a morning person. I looked up from my glass and saw him all dressed up in a brownish golf outfit. Did I mention I hate golf outfits?
“What would you want for breakfast, Patrick?” I asked as I jumped down from the stool and took the glass to the sink.
“Mom’s omelet please, and coffee. Lots of it,” He said as he walked out of the kitchen and I turned to look at Miranda, already making the omelet. “Here,” she said giving me a tray with a cup and a pot with coffee. “You’ll want him to have his coffee before he asks you to go through the day’s schedule.”
I was right; Patrick was not a morning person. I took the tray with the cup and pot and was about to open the door to the dining room when someone put the newspaper on the tray. I looked up to find Sarah smiling and I just nodded and smiled. It seemed as everyone wanted me to be good at my job. Maybe they were just tired of seeing assistants come and go. I pushed the door open with my butt and out I went, expecting the unexpected.
“Coffee,” I said as I put the tray on the table and poured some on the cup I guessed he liked it black since there was nothing else on the tray. “Paper,” he said and I handed it to him. He just nodded and drank the cup of coffee in one long sip.
“Thank you,” he said. I poured some more coffee since I saw his expression change completely from “non coffee Patrick,” to “coffee Patrick.”
“Let’s go through the day’s
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