As Ashley entered the car, the man looked at her and Ashley his face completely.
She now knows why his side profile was familiar. He was the person she had a crush on in high school; her one and only crush, the person who never noticed her but Taylor and the one who...it was a real shocker. Ashley can't believe she's seeing him again after so many years.
The man wanted to speak but Ashley beat him to it.
"Dylan?."
"Hmm?"
It was really him!
"I want you to work for me."
"But I'm already working for you."
He raised a brow and said,
"As my assistant."
"W-what?"
"Don't act dumb Ashley."
"But I want to be a Graphics designer, I didn't study assisting in college" Ashley rolled her eyes.
Dylan aura felt cold and Ashley surely felt it.
"You would work with me as my assistant or not get any job in the country."
He paused and seeing that Ashley isn't cooperating, he said, "And it includes your sisters."
"What the hell is wrong with you?! I don't wantbto work with you, and it's not going to be like the novels where the boss sleeps with the assistant or secretary and falls in love with them. No way, I don't accept it." She said looking angry. Her almost white skin had a shade of red showing she's angry.
Dylan looked at her like she's dumb and said slowly,
"Who wants to sleep with bones when there are sexy women lining up for me. Uh?"
Ashley looked shocked but Dylan was not done yet.
"You're flat, ugly and not my or anybody type. Even if a man wants you, it means he doesn't have good aesthetic."
Ashley was now angry. She has never been insulted like this and she knows she has never been the busty type but she's moderate okay!
"If I'm flat and ugly, why did you..." Ashley paused and said,
"Forget it. Drop me off here."
Dylan frowned but did not say anything.
The driver in front looked at his boss but he didn't say anything so he listened to the woman and stopped the car.
As Ashley came down she eyed Dylan angrily like Nigerians do. This was something she learned from a young age - flapping her eyelids really fast without closing it.
Dylan watched her but didn't say anything.
"Did I ask you to stop the car?" Dylan asked after Ashley had gotten down.
The driver didn't say anything as he was scared.
"You didn't tell me what to do. Oh lord!, this job I terrifying" The poor driver thought.
"Ashley," Dylan whispered. "You Nigerian fool"