Page 13 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“Thank you.” I smiled.

I had to raid my sister's closet once again because I didn’t have time to go out and shop for new attire. Thankfully, she had a few options, but shopping was the first thing on my to do list. I had been so busy training with Stephanie. It was a lot to take in. You might as well say I worked strictly for this family. There wasn’t too much that I did concerning the bank itself. Whatever business that needed to be handled in that area, Stephanie took care of. I was more of a personal assistant for the family outside of the bank, but my office was within the company building. Over the past few days, I had been riding around town with Stephanie as she showed me the most frequented spots I would be coming to.

The coffee shops, the luxury fashion stores, the tailors, and dry cleaners. There were a lot of damn places to note. Whatever this family needed, it was my job to handle it for them and get it in their hands. Shit, I was pretty much being paid to make their lives easier. For some reason, I was kind of nervous. I only hoped that those people were nice and welcoming. But the way Stephanie talked about them, especially the guy named Trenton, I wasn’t too sure.

“Okay, everyone is already in the conference room. Take this, read the names, and pass them out.” She handed me a drink tray with five cups of coffee.

“It’s showtime.” She smiled.

I walked behind her into a giant room with a huge table in the center. There were about twenty chairs, and each one was taken. I had to remember Stephanie telling me that Mrs. Whitmore would be seated at the head of the table. I placed her drink down first, and she nodded in acknowledgment. I knew who Julia was. Based on the previous description, I knew who Preston was because of the fillers in his lips. It wasn’t until then that I was thrown off because the same beautiful blue eyes that hypnotized me a few days prior were staring at me. I placed a cup down in front of who I assumed to be Trenton because he had a scowl on his face.

“Hey.” He snapped his fingers. “Does it look like my name is fucking Ethan?” He pushed the cup away.

“Um…I’m sorry. Here you go.” I gave him the correct cup.

“Aye, you never taught this dick how to properly speak to a woman?” Blue eyes spoke up on my behalf.

His eyes were trained on Mrs. Whitmore.

“Trent, apologize to this young lady.”

“For what? She’s the one making mistakes. She apologized, so I’ll leave it at that.” He popped off.

I bit the inside of my cheek to refrain from speaking out of turn. Stephanie was right; this man was a complete asshole. I took a few seconds to woosah before I placed the last cup in front of Mr. EJ.

“Thank you.” He winked at me with a small smile.

I noticed he didn’t have his slugs in as his pearly whites were slightly displayed.

“You’re welcome.” I nodded

I stood in the corner beside Stephanie as the meeting began. Mrs. Whitmore stood to thank everyone for being so patient and continuing to uphold their positions in the wake of her husband's passing. She rambled on for a good twenty minutes before finally getting to the part about who now owned the company.

“Per my husband’s request, I would like to introduce a new face to the board. Mr. Ethan Whitmore will be joining us as the new CEO of Whitmore Financial Banking. I will not answer any additional questions regarding my husband’s decision because it has been set. Welcome, Ethan, and congratulations.”

I wasn’t sure if that was her normal tone, but her welcome was dry as hell. Maybe it was because she was mourning her husband. Either way, she could’ve perked up for a few damn minutes. After she concluded, everyone at the table stood, walked around to shake Ethan’s hand, then immediately made their exit.

“Excuse me. If you don’t mind, I would like to introduce our new assistant. This is Ava Gray. She just started with us a few days ago. Ava, meet the Whitmores.” Stephanie beamed.

“Hi. It’s a pleasure to meet each of you. Thank you for this opportunity. I greatly appreciate it.” I smiled.

“Who hired you?” Trenton questioned.

“I did. Is that a problem?” Julia spoke up.

“Nah, it’s not a problem. We’re glad to have you here.” Ethan smiled.

“You’ve been in the circle for two seconds, and you’re already talking like you’re a part of this family.” Trenton scoffed.

“Muthafucka, I don’t want to be a part of your family. Let’s make that shit clear right now. It’s not my fault your daddy didn’t leave you in charge. And that might be because he knew how much of a bitch you are. You’d probably run this muthafucka into the ground. You’re not as big of a boss as you thought you were, and that’s why he chose me.” Ethan smirked.

“Fuck y⁠—”

“That’s enough!” Mrs. Whitmore interjected.

“Trenton, get your things and let's go.” She slid on her Balmain shades.

Trenton stood, red as a tomato. The hatred in his bluish gray eyes was obvious. I was all for family drama that wasn’t my own, and I couldn’t wait to see what would unfold in the near future.