“You’re still here,” I said, moving my eyes to my laptop screen, clicking on my mouse a few times without purpose. I knew my shirt was stainless and ironed. She just stared at me like I was a fucking freak.

Help raised her head proudly and got up from her seat, but didn’t make a move toward me. Still, most of the time she made me feel like I wanted to explode and tear the whole place apart. Fuck, I didn’t even know why I’d hired her ass. This woman made me feel uncomfortable, exposed. I didn’t know how she’d react, just knew that I wanted to poke her one more time before she left my office. “Doesn’t it feel like we’ve come full circle? The daughter of the help becomes…” I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I smirked arrogantly and tilted my head to one side. Her eyes flicked up, meeting mine from across the desk. Including my new PA.” I rubbed my chin, my gaze shamelessly gliding over her body. There’s an upcoming merger between American Labs Inc. “Familiarize yourself with what’s inside.

She caught it midair, still typing on her iPad, without lifting her head. Make extra copies of every single document in this file.” I tossed a thick yellow file her way. Ask the receptionist what I had for breakfast, and make sure it’s on my desk every morning from now on at half past eight or earlier. She still lives outside San Diego, but I have no fucking clue where. “I want you to send fresh flowers to Trent’s mom-it’s her fifty-eighth birthday-and make sure there’s a personalized card with my name on it. Then send a driver to JFK-my stepmother should land there at half past four, and book me a taxi to Fourteen Madison Park for seven p.m. I want her here, and I want her to bring the other CEO of her company, Chance Clement. Book me an appointment with Jasper Stephens-you’ll find his number in my email, which you should have access to by now. “Do you know how to talk to people without inspiring their gag reflex?” she responded, mimicking my tone and cocking her head. “Do you know how to use an iPad?” I asked slowly.

She still had a nice body, despite looking like she could use a good meal or three. Help sat down, and my eyes glided over her legs briefly. After my response, she never did it again. Shortly before the accident that stole her freedom. Emilia stared at me defiantly, not even offering a hello. She’d tied her hair into a loose French twist. Great, that meant she’d made an effort for me since my visit last night. Good, I liked it that she no longer reminded me of Jo. At least they were the right size this time. I also saw that the heel to one of her shoes was glued on crooked. She came in wearing a red-and-white ladybug dress-I shit you not-and yellow leggings. After ten seconds, I leaned back in my seat and knotted my fingers together.

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