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Dear Grumpy Boss,

I don’t know if I should be using company time to discuss my dating life. You should probably rethink putting your murder plans in a company email as well.

I’m very busy today. Aren’t you? It’s strange you have all this time to email me when you couldn’t fit me in for lunch last week.

Hmmm…

Concernedly,

Elise

Lunch? What was she talking about? If she’d wanted to have lunch with me, I would have found a way to make that happen.

“Renata,” I called out.

My assistant took her time making her way into my office.

“Yes, Weston?”

“Did Elise Levy call to invite me to lunch last week?”

She nodded. “Mmmhmm.”

“What?” I rose from my desk, my chair rolling backward. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

She cocked her head. “Actually, I did tell you. You were in meetings with the Sava Group last week, as you recall.”

My brow pinched. I wasn’t amused by Renata’s tone. “Yes. I am well aware. What I do not recall is you telling me Elise Levy phoned for me.”

“I did, Weston, and I don’t appreciate you implying I’m a liar.” Her hands went to her hips. “You were in your bubble and nothing exists outside of it. I didn’t press the issue because I know how you get when you zone out the rest of the world. I also didn’t realize Elise Levy’s calls should be put through, considering you never told me that.”

Exhaling, I stared at my assistant. She was right. Last week, I’d had meeting after meeting. When I wasn’t in meetings, I was responding to emails and making budget decisions. All my weeks were hectic, but last week had been especially so. I’d done nothing but work and sleep. Everything else had fallen by the wayside.

“Elise is Elliot’s sister.”

“I’m aware.” Renata’s mouth twitched. She wasn’t happy with me.

“Unless I tell you otherwise, put Elise through when she calls.”

“Please,” Renata added dryly.

Lifting a brow, I wondered if anyone else in my position was reminded to use their manners by their assistant.

Probably not.

“Please, Renata.”

She smirked. “Of course, Weston.”

I nodded. “Mark off some time for me around lunchtime today.” She glared at me. “Please,” I added.

“All right.” Then she wandered out with a carefree wave over her shoulder.

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