Office Grump An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Nicole Snow Page 0,45
elevator.
As we walk out of the glassy building into the L.A. sun, I tell Sabrina, “Nice job, Miss Bristol. Your performance note was on point and well received.”
She doesn’t say anything, just gives me a blank look.
“Nothing?” I grumble.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re so funny.”
Damn. I tried to give her a compliment, didn’t I?
“I saved your ass back there, Mr. Heron. Again,” she clips, casting a smile that’s anything but friendly. “You’re welcome. Is that what you’re looking for?”
My turn to roll my eyes now.
“Please. I would’ve sealed that deal either way, but I told you, I’m grateful for your help. I’ve done hundreds of multimillion-dollar negotiations long before your sass showed up.” I reach up, jerking at my collar to loosen it in this heat—or maybe it’s just the presence of one insufferable assistant who makes my blood run hot for outrageous reasons.
“Three words,” she says with a shrug. “Woof Meow Chow.”
“That was an off day. A rarity,” I grunt, lowering my voice so Hugo doesn’t hear us. “And to be fair, that was far more the design concept than anything I did.”
“If you say so, boss.” She’s wise not to meet my eyes after wagging that stinger of a tongue.
If she did, I’m sure she’d see flames shooting out to rival Hades. I’d fire her on the spot, if only she weren’t so damn good at her job.
We walk to the curb in icy silence and wait for our charter limo.
Ruby comes up behind me. “Hey, Mag, got a minute?”
I turn. “Sure.”
She glances at the other employees, clearing her throat.
“Over here, away from the team.” She walks almost back to the door, heels clicking.
Not good. I follow her, wondering what’s up.
“What is it?” I whisper as soon as we’re alone.
“What the hell are you doing to Sabrina Bristol?”
Wait. I did something? To Sabrina?
If memory serves, I sent her my driver and drove myself to the airport after going twenty minutes out of the way to make sure she had that stupid coffee flavored sugar milk. I even got her bear claws, for God’s sake.
“Excuse me?” I growl, trying to suppress the edge in my voice.
“She looks like hell. The warnings are there. She’s already twice as miserable as your other assistants looked right before they quit. Quit, you doofus! Do you hear me? At this rate, I doubt she lasts a month.”
“Nonsense. She’s doing just fine. Better than most EAs ever have. You’re being ridiculous, Ruby, stirring up drama over—”
“Watch your step with that bullshit. If you had a male HR manager, would you call him a drama queen for raising concerns about talent retention? You know every single one of your past EAs weren’t all problem children, right? It’s statistically impossible, even if you are King Asshole.”
A growl lodges in my throat and my nose wrinkles at Mariska Crista’s old nickname. Then I sigh.
“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to imply you were doing anything less than your job—looking out for my dumb ass,” I tell her.
I may be a prick, but I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong.
Also, she may have a point about running Miss Bristol raw, but that isn’t my problem.
She’s a smart, capable young woman. She knew what she was getting herself into, and under my tough love, she’s thriving.
“Magnus...”
“Ruby, your concerns are noted. Sabrina’s fine. So far, her work is impeccable. She beats most deadlines, and I’m even willing to put up with her goddamned attitude. If she were slipping, I’d notice, and remedy it immediately. I promise you.”
“Did you just call her Sabrina?” Ruby’s eyes dart up.
My jaw tightens.
“Regardless, she’s bone-tired. You’re working her to death,” Ruby hisses. “She’s twenty-three and has bags under her eyes thicker than mine.”
Ouch. I had a good look at her face this morning and hadn’t noticed. But when I glance over at her now...she does look frayed.
Then again, appearances are often deceiving.
“No way. If she were truly that tired, she’d be making mistakes left and right. And given her background, I expected a learning curve. So far, it’s barely materialized. If she were as tired as you say, we’d be discussing her work quality, not her stamina.”
Ruby places a hand on her hip. “Mag, not every mistake happens on paper or over email. You’re smart enough to know that. This is the best EA you’ve had in a long time. I’m just advising you that if you don’t want to be doing interviews again soon, cut the crap and give the girl a break.”