“You want me to work for you?” she asked him when she came to her senses.
“Yeah,” he confirmed.
“Why? I don’t want anyone’s pity. I’ll get a job after the wedding.”
“Why would I pity you? I need a personal assistant as soon as possible.” Jayson was surprised at himself. He was a hard taskmaster and never in his lifetime did he appoint any personal assistant for himself. He didn’t like anyone’s work and preferred to do all his work himself. His employees trembled with fear in his presence and his command was the law. So, he was himself perplexed how he proposed Karen to be his personal assistant, knowing nothing much about her professional qualifications and expertise.
He wanted a way to see her every day, talk to her, feel her close to him, hear her voice. It was like an addiction that
