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"Point?"

"I’m tired of dealing with assholes." I mutter. After years of working with the public, I’m sick of dealing with people. Especially the ones who act like dicks.

"Help me. Talk me into going." I pled.

"Alrighty," Erin chirps, "here’s my sage advice. If he gives you attitude, you give it right back."

I roll onto my back. "That’s not advice."

"Shush and let me finish." Erin scolds.

I mock her under my breath.

"I heard that. Anyways, attitude, give it right back, that’s what men like him need." Erin says.

"Men like him?" I question.

"Yes. Stunningly handsome with a ‘my shit don’t stink’ ego. He needs a personal assistant, not a ‘yes man.’ Treat him like you treat Mason," she states simply.

"I can’t ground the guy, Erin. He’s a grown man."

Erin snorts. "So not exactly like how you would treat Mason."

"Then how should I treat him?" I inquire, genuinely curious. I’ll take any advice I can get right now.

"Luke needs someone to put him in his place. You are that person. According to Carrie, none of his past personal assistants would, they were all too scared to."

I huff. "I doubt that."

Erin tsks. "Trust me, I spoke with Carrie this afternoon. She wants someone who can put up with his attitude and knock him down a peg."

I’ve been raising a teenager for the past five years; I’m confident I can handle attitude. However, teenage attitude and grown man attitude are two hugely different things. One is scary and the other is annoying. Guess which one is scary. It’s not the one you think.

"So, I just have to be myself," I say sarcastically.

"Yep, and he’ll be putty in your hands."

I Like Her, She's Fun

Dani

I stand outside the doors of Archer law firm. I take a deep breath and yawn. I really shouldn’t have stayed up until three in the morning reading No Sweeter Madness by Devin Sloane, but Max is a dirty, dirty boy and I'm a sucker for punishment. I give myself a shake and walk in, surprised that there are people waiting already.

Am I late?

"You must be Ms. Carter, I’m Carrie. Thank you for being early."

I turn towards the raspy, Janis Joplin-sounding voice, and I’m greeted by a very cute brunette, with a pert nose and hazel eyes. She smiles at me and stands up. Good lord, she’s tall. I glance down at her feet. She’s wearing flats. Super jealous right now. I just reach five three.

Thrusting her hand towards me, she shakes mine firmly. "Nice to meet you, Carrie. I thought I was late," I say, waving a hand at the five people sitting on chairs in the waiting area.

"Oh. Ha. I can see how you would think that. No, you’re early. These are clients of the other two men that work here," she motions to the small couch in the waiting area about five feet behind her desk. "Have a seat, we’re just waiting for the other interviewees to show up."

I raise a brow as I sit down. "Why’s that?"

"Luke wants to do a group interview first." Carrie complains with an eye roll.

"He what!"

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