The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Watching Brandon leave, Natalie was unconsciously grinning from ear to ear.

The feeling of having a high and mighty CEO work for her was just too satisfying! 1

However, her satisfaction was only temporary. Natalie waited and waited in the office, but her appointment never arrived.

Natalie felt something was wrong.

She hurriedly went out to check on the situation.

Suddenly, her lips twitched, and she was speechless when she saw the way Brandon was attending to a client.

His face was expressionless as he spoke, and the client looked a bit flustered being next his intimidating and cold aura.

Natalie quickly caught Brandon’s eyes and signaled to make him smile.

An assistant shouldn’t treat clients with such a cold and distant attitude!

Receiving the hint from his “boss”, Brandon forced out a stiff smile.

His smile was so fake and insincere. It made him look anything but friendly.

The client looked even more flustered when he saw Brandon’s smile. He chuckled awkwardly before making up some excuse to flee.

Witnessing the client’s hasty escape, Natalie was fuming. “Assistant Larson, is this how you treat our clients?” she snapped. Brandon blinked innocently and defended himself, “Isn’t this how you welcome clients? He asked me a question earlier, and ] patiently answered. You told me to smile, and I did!”

He wasn’t wrong, so Natalie had no reason to refute him.

She could only take a deep breath to calm herself down before asking, “Was he the only client we have scheduled for today?” Brandon shook his head. “There were two more who came,” he replied.

Pursing her lips, she asked, “Then where are they? Did you scare them off too?”

A rare resentful expression appeared on Brandon’s face as he replied righteously, “They said ] looked like Brandon Larson and even asked for my contact information. Of course, I can’t go easy on the women who try to flirt with me.”

Brandon’s argument made Natalie both exasperated and frustrated. She couldn’t help heaving a sign.

Natalie has a helpless look on her face when she met Brandon’s eyes. “Do you see now an assistant’s work is not easy as you thought?” Brandon looks at the empty reception room and nodded. Not one client was insight. “I indeed underestimate assistants,” he acknowledged honestly. Before he thought working as an assistant wasn’t challenging at all. He wasn’t anticipating that engaging with clients could be so tricky. Many of Natalie’s clients only had an idea of what they wanted and no specific design required. More often than not, their ideas were vague concepts that were difficult to put into words, making it almost impossible to understand what they were looking for if you were not well adept with the trends.

As an assistant, part of the work was to give a complete picture of their vague concepts by dissecting each and every idea they had. That was the only way to make sure that the client and the designer were on the same page regarding the design and that the finished product would be a perfect work the client would be satisfied with.

The entire process could be incredibly complex and meticulous. If the assistant lacked patience or attention to details, it could lead to conflicts with the client.

Seeing that Brandon finally understood that even small positions could be challenging, Natalie couldn’t help but smile. “Now that you know how hard being an assistant is, don’t make Sean’s life too difficult from now on.”

With a helpless nod, Brandon gave in, “You’re right. I will be treating him better. Maybe I’ll give him a day off.”

A sense of relief spread on Natalie’s chest at the sight of the typically unapproachable CEO yielding from pressure. “Seems like you gained something from being my assistant. Now you know how to empathize with your subordinates,” she said with a lighthearted tone, giving him a soft nudge on the shoulder. Brandon chuckled softly at Natalie’s comment. He was amused by her tactics.

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the studio.

Natalie decided to let Brandon rest and attend to the client herself. If she let Brandon continue, her studio wouldn’t run like it always did. Today would be too chaotic.

A tall slender man entered the studio. He looked well-off with his clean and crisp suit and handsome face.

“Hello,” the man greeted. “My name is Jax Shaw.” In addition to his good looks, he seemed polite too.

“Nice to meet you,” Natalie returned the greeting with equal politeness and a welcoming smile. “I’m Natalie White, the designer of this studio. May I ask what type of clothes you are looking for? Do you have a specific design in mind? We can discuss it in detail inside.” Natalie gestured inside and waited for Jax to continue inside. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Jax shook his head. Then his gaze darted past Natalie to Brandon who was standing behind her. “I’m here for him. He’s exactly what I’m looking for.”

An alarm bell rang in Natalie’s mind. “Do you have a crush on hime” She abruptly asked in shock.

Natalie’s question made Jax’s lips twitch ever so slightly. He breathed, then explained patiently, “I’m a modeling agent. The gentleman behind you perfectly matches the standards we look for in models. His appearance and physique are perfect. If he enters our modeling industry, I believe he’ll surely be a sensation.” With that, he gave a small smile towards Brandon and asked, “Sir, would you like to give it a shot?”

Brandon matched his raised eyebrow with a cold chuckle but said nothing.

The rejection did not disappoint Jax as much. He merely sighed helplessly before turning to Natalie and handing her a business card. “Actually, I came here today to ask if your studio needs any models. Our agency has excellent talents you can hire.”

“Oh, you’re trying to recommend models to me.” The idea made Natalie chuckle. She pointed teasingly at Brandon. “If my assistant is already this good, I certainly can’t settle for a model below his level, can I? If your models are more good-looking than him, maybe I’ll give it a try.”

Jax rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. He recalled all the models under his agency and mentally screened them. “That would be difficult,” he admitted. “Your assistant has set the bar too high. I could only think of a few people in the entertainment circle who can rival him.”

Defeated, he looked at Brandon and asked, “How much does your assistant make in a month? Is his salary high? How about I rent him from you? Name your price. It wouldn’t be an issue for someone so high quality.”

The more Jax spoke, the darker Brandon’s expression became. That didn’t rub the handsomeness on his face, however.

But after a few more seconds, the cloud that seemed to have appeared over his head turned into a storm, threatening to fall at any moment.