Chapter 77 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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Miss Laurence seemed to have liked that response because she smiled and jotted something down in her notebook before disappearing.

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Today is my first day as Cassidy-Ann’s assistant and I couldn’t be more excited. I wore a black shirt and a white blouse. I pulled my hair into a low ponytail and only added a light layer of makeup to my fair complexion.

Once I got there, she gave me my own desk in the middle of her studio and just outside her office. She gave me the runaround of what I’m going to be doing and then gave me a few assignments to work on.

It was nice being able to do something that didn’t include schoolwork or thinking about Enzo. I didn’t want to think about him anymore. If he truly wanted me, he would make it known to me and he hasn’t.

I shook the thought out of my mind and continued my work.

“Layla, I have a few errands to run. Can you tell anyone who calls that I’ll return in an hour?” Cassidy-Ann asked as she left her office.

“Yes, of course,” I answered, waving to her as she left.

I heard some whispering from nearby and looked to see a couple of Cassidy-Ann’s artists. I frowned as they whispered amongst one another and then looked at me with curious gazes.

Once they noticed I was watching them, their faces turned red.

I thought they were going to run, but it seemed they were arguing over who should ask me a specific question.

Eventually, after ending the argument, one of them stepped over.

“Are you really Alpha Bastien’s daughter?”

I rose my brows, but I nodded.

“It must be awesome to have a father like him!” The other said chipperly.

“It is awesome,” I said in return.

They both chuckled and they looked like they wanted to say more but they didn’t get a chance. I heard a light knocking on the door before it opened.

I gasped when I saw Sarah standing in front of me.

Layla’s POV

“Sarah?” I said, standing to my feet. “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to check out the new art gallery that just opened,” Sarah said, raising her brows. “But my question is, what are you doing here?”

“I work here,” I explained. “As Cassidy-Ann’s assistant.”

“You?” Sarah nearly scoffed. “What would she want with someone like you?”

That sounded like an insult, but I ignored it, allowing it to brush off my back.

“She liked the portrait I made of Professor Enzo. She said I have real potential and wanted me to start here as her assistant,” I said in return.

At that point, the other girls had disappeared to continue their own work. They were Cassidy-Ann’s artists, so they stayed in their own section of the studio, painting for the next art show. Which I knew was going to be held soon and I would have to help with that.

“I see…” Sarah said, almost bitterly.

It was like she was disregarding the entire apology she made to me a few days ago. But I knew she wasn’t being genuine as soon as I figured out, she was forced to apologize to me.

“Well, clearly, she doesn’t know real talent. As soon as she sees my paintings, you will be last month’s news,” Sarah said, batting her long lashes and throwing a lock of her hair over her shoulder.

I wanted to ask her what happens to us being friends. But I decided against it. It wasn’t worth the time, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be friends with someone who was forced to make a heartfelt apology to me.

“She’s always looking for new talent,” I say with a shrug. “I can always book you an appointment and you can consult with her.”

I sat back down at my desk and glanced at my computer.

Sarah’s lips were pressed into a thin line and she folded her arms across her chest. I knew she wasn’t happy.

“No thank you,” Sarah muttered. “I’ll speak with her on my own time. And not because you booked an appointment…but because I’m just that good. Once she sees m work and knows my name, she will be the one seeking me out.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” I said in agreement, which is not what she wanted.

Sarah didn’t stick around to say anything more; she turned away and left the studio. I shook my head with dismay written all over my face as Cassidy-Ann returned.

“Did I miss anything good?” She asked as she walked toward her office.

“It was quiet,’ I lied. “Welcome back.”

She gave me a sweet smile before disappearing into her office. But then she reappeared moments later with a manilla folder.

“I have some paintings here that need to go out for delivery soon. Would you mind enveloping each of these? Then bring them to the post office?”

“Of course,” I said, taking the large folder from her.

I began to do just as she asked. Sealing each glorious, handmade, drawing that Cassidy created herself, in thick velvety designer envelopes.

Each painting was going somewhere different. Cassidy-Ann had an online store where customers could purchase original art.

I was in awe of how beautiful each piece was, and I thought about purchasing one for myself as well.

Once each painting was put in its own envelope and stamped, I grabbed the satchel that Cassidy-Ann had given me at the beginning of the day and carefully placed them inside.

I went to her office door and knocked on it until I heard her give me the okay to enter.

“I’m about to leave for the post office. Is there anything you need while I’m gone?”

“I wouldn’t mind an expresso,” she said kindly. “You can take the company card on your desk.”

“Okay,” I said with a head nod.

I grabbed the card off my desk and shoved it into my pocket.

I didn’t have my car, so I had to walk to the center of town, which was only about a 20-minute walk.

The post office wasn’t busy, and the lady at the front counter was very kind. She gave me a sweet smile as I placed the envelopes on the counter.

“Ah, I see another shipment of Cassidy-Ann originals,” she said with a light chuckle.

“How can you tell?” I teased.

Scanned each envelope into her system and then sent them away to be shipped.

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