Page 36 of David's Chase

“Mmm-hmm.”

“You're not giving my job to her. That’s why it’s calledmyjob.”

I shrug.

“I don’t know. It was an idea,” I tease her more, and she gives me a cute chuckle, wagging her finger at me.

“She can’t do for you what I can do for you.”

I stay silent, and her smile peels off her face.

“Can she?” she murmurs.

I study her for a few more seconds.

“Relax. No one’s replacing you. You are irreplaceable. Besides, she can’t handle Pam.”

Her eyebrows move up in puzzlement.

“Pam? Who is Pam?”

Laughing, I make a dismissive gesture.

“No one. I meant Sabina,” I say.

“Boss, you scared the shit out of me. I thought I missed someone. Please, know your ladies. You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

“No heart attack can mess with someone so cute,” I joke.

She wags her finger at me again.

“Flattery won’t get you far. Please call Miranda and pay her a visit. The woman keeps baking, and I keep eating your gifts, and look at me now.”

I look at her.

“You look like you haven’t had a meal in days,” I comment.

We both laugh when her phone pings with a notification.

She checks the message, pulling up to her feet.

“The driver is here.”

“All right. I’ll walk you out.”

She slings the strap of her laptop bag over her shoulder.

“You want to make sure I leave the premises before your princess arrives.”

Buttoning my suit jacket, I say nothing.

Having an inkling that something’s different about my silence, she spins around.

“She might truly be your princess,” she says, a serious look sliding over her face.

“She’s my friend.”

“I like that,” she says while I show her to the exit.

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