Page 3 of Obeying the Owner

“I don’t want you to worry about your position here. I’ve already spoken with Trey and ensured he knows my staff is staying at least through the end of the summer.”

“That gives me a couple of months to find a new job,” I droll.

He laughs. “You have nothing to worry about. Your work ethic and initiative make you stand out. I’m sure you’ll be as invaluable to him as you’ve been to me.”

“Thank you. I’ve loved working for you. I’ll be so sad to see you go. I finally found a job with the best boss, and you’re leaving.”

He smiles. “I’ll miss you too, but you’ll forget about me in no time.”

“When is your last day?”

“The end of next week.”

“Don’t you need to give a month’s notice?” I joke.

“I thought about stretching it out, but Trey is eager to start.”

“That’s understandable.”

“Before I forget, Lillith wants to have you over for dinner some night.”

“I’d love that,” I say, smiling.

* * *

“I can’t believe Greg is turning over the team.” Sheryl leans in and speaks quietly before sitting next to me and biting into her sandwich. Apparently, the news is traveling fast.

“I know. I’m sad he’s leaving. I love working for him.”

“I don’t think you’ll mind having Trey as your boss,” she says, her lips mischievously curling.

“Do you know him?”

“Not personally, but I’ve seen him, and he’s hot as fuck.”

“What he looks like doesn’t matter. I hope he’s not an asshole to work for.”

A lot of attractive men have large egos, and I don’t want to deal with that.

We fall silent as we finish eating lunch, but my mind is on my new boss and what the change will mean for me the entire time.

“Did you see Randy?” Sheryl asks.

I push my plate toward the center of the table. “Yeah. He said he got nervous because I’m the type of girl guys marry.” I roll my eyes.

She huffs in disgust. “How lame. I’m ashamed we’re related.”

“He wants another chance, but it’s not happening.”

“Good. He doesn’t deserve one. Does this mean you need my help setting up a Finder profile?”

“Dammit. I shouldn’t have agreed you could if my date didn’t work out.”

“Oh, but you did, so let me have your phone.” She holds out her hand, wiggling her fingers. Reluctantly, I pass it off. Her tongue peeks from the corner of her mouth as she furiously taps away on my screen.

“Don’t make me seem desperate for sex,” I say.

She laughs. “But you are.”

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