Chapter Five
ANDREW
My fingers press on the bridge of my nose and I close my eyes. Darla, who shouldn’t be my legal assistant, must be taking the piss because no one can truly be this obtuse.
She’s already giving me that “please don’t yell at me” look, her hands growing shaky.
“What do you mean you told him to come back?” I barely manage to keep my voice even.
Her eyes widen and she shifts her weight from side to side. We’re about five seconds away from a meltdown. “You said you didn’t want to be interrupted.” Her voice is soft and shallow.
I let my hand drop from my face, inhaling deeply through my nose, trying not to be the monster she obviously portrays me as in her head. “You understand that it is your job to assist me, correct?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods. T minus three
