Work together? What nonsense is my old man spouting this time?
He squeezes Stella's shoulder. "Stella here is going to be your executive assistant. You know, she's going to be managing your schedule, setting up your meetings, screening your calls, preparing your documents, planning your trips, getting your suits dry cleaned, all those things that Roseanne used to do for me."
My eyebrows arch. "Why, what happened to Roseanne?"
"She asked me if she could retire when I stepped down, and I thought it was only right. I was going to suggest it to her, actually. She was my assistant for so many years. Now, Stella will be yours. Sounds good?"
I feel like slapping my forehead. Now that everything makes sense, I feel even more embarrassed. Instead, I straighten my shoulders as I turn to Stella with a smile.
"Perfect," I tell her. "And I hope you'll forgive me for the misunderstanding earlier."
Stella shakes her head. "No worries, sir."
"I look forward to working with you. I'm sure we can make a great team and learn a lot from each other."
She smiles back. "Thank you."
It's a hesitant yet warm smile that brings out more of the golden flecks in her eyes. It lights up her entire face.
Fuck. Now that I know I can't sleep with her, I feel like doing it even more, even if it's just to see how her eyes look when glossed over with lust, just to see what kind of smile she can show me when we're done.
"Well, I'll leave her in your hands." My father pats my back before walking away.
I notice Stella's eyes following his back like she's wishing he hadn't left us alone. Again, she fidgets with her sleeve.
"Would you like a drink?" I ask her.
Maybe a drink will help her loosen up.
"No, thank you," Stella answers. "I still have work to do after this."
"What work?" I ask curiously.
"Stuff to read. Files to organize. I also have to unpack my stuff. I've just moved in from Seattle."
"Really? Well, I think you'll love it here in Chicago."
Stella nods. "I do like it already."
"What do you love to eat?" I ask her.
She touches the nape of her neck. "I like Asian food just like you. Thai. Vietnamese."
"Good. I'll give you a list of my favorite restaurants."
"Um, I actually have it already. Cindy, your old assistant, gave it to me."
Of course she did. I suddenly wonder why Dad didn't just promote Cindy. She must be pissed. Or not. She was always complaining about not having enough time to go out on dates when she thought I wasn't listening. Maybe Mark will give her that.
"What did she say about me?" I ask Stella.
She shrugs. "A lot of things."
None of which she wants to tell me. That's fine.
"Any questions?"
"A dozen," she answers. "None that I can think of right now."
I nod. "Well, you can ask me anything."
"Okay."
But I get the feeling she's not going to. She's more reserved than Cindy, maybe because she's younger. I'm going to take a look at her resume later, but I already have a feeling she's at least seven years younger than I am. Or maybe it's because she's new. Or maybe that's just her personality. She doesn't strike me as someone who likes parties or adventures. Not that those are requirements for an executive assistant.
I'm sure she's very capable. I'm just not sure if she's ready for this job. For that matter, I'm not even sure if I'm ready for my job. I know I'm going to be under a lot of stress, some of which I'll end up taking out on her. If she's scared of me now, she might run away then. If she looks daunted now, she might be overwhelmed then.
Can Stella last? Or is she going to scram the first time things go to hell? Because I'm pretty sure they will.
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"Fuck!"
I pack all my frustration into that single obscenity and unleash it as I swipe my arm across my section of the conference table. Sheets of paper go flying across the room. Not content, I bang my fists on the glass. My shoulders heave as I try to catch my breath.
That son of a bitch! Does he think that just because my father is no longer the CEO he can just do as he pleases?
As the door to the room opens, I lift my head. A man, someone from the cleaning staff judging by his gray shirt, peeks in. He sees the mess on the floor and gasps.