Page 302 of The Bonus

“No it hasn’t.” She walks past me into my office and then turns to face me. “I just heard you say you didn’t want a woman as your personal assistant.”

“I don’t.”

“Tough luck.” She folds her arms. “You heard him, I’m the most qualified for the job.”

Who the fuck is this witch?

She gestures to my chair. “Sit down, Mr. Ferrara, I came for an interview and you are going to interview me.”

“I’ll do no such thing.”

“Fine.” She sits down and takes a folder out of her bag. “Then I’ll interview you. I have a long list of questions.”

Huh?

I stare at her as my mind goes blank.

Alessio smiles broadly as he looks between us. “I’ll leave you two to it, then.” I hear the door click as I stare at her.

She opens her folder and takes out a pen and paper. “Firstly…. How do you like your coffee?”

I frown. “That is none of your business.”

“I like mine strong with cream and half a sugar,” she announces.

“Do I look like I care?”

She scribbles something down onto her notepad.

I walk around the desk and drop into my seat. “What are you writing there?”

“Four teaspoons of sugar in your coffee.”

“Why would I need four fucking teaspoons of sugar?” I spit.

She looks me dead in the eye. “To sweeten you up. Why else?”

I roll my lips to hide my smirk. “You’re annoying me already.”

“Likewise. When do I start?”

“Monday and don’t be fucking late.”

She stands and puts her handbag over her shoulder. “Don’t you be late.” She marches out and the door closes behind her.

I pick up my pen and flick through my calendar to Monday and I write the words.

Grace Porter

I lean back in my chair and read the name again and then underline it. My eyes rise to the back of the door that she just left through.

Hmm….

Monday just got interesting.

Gabriel - Aged 29.

I spray on my cologne and do up the cuff links on my shirt as I glance at my watch.

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