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“I slept okay.” I twisted my face.

“I know that look, Anna. It’s your bummed-out look. What’s wrong?”

“Nah, it’s nothing.”

“Come on. Talk to me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about how my father fired me for not marrying Matthew.” I took a sip of my coffee. “What parent does that to their child?”

“Working for your father was the only thing you’ve ever done that was expected of you. You could have worked anywhere after college, but you decided to stick with the family business because you knew it was right. I’m sorry, darling.” He hooked his arm around me. “But you weren’t going back anyway, and you knew that.”

“I know. But he didn’t know that. Anyway, I’m off to work. Wish me luck personal assisting whomever it is I’m personally assisting.”

“Probably some really old-ass dude who’s going to sexually harass you.” He smirked.

“You’re probably right.” I rolled my eyes.

Chapter Eight

Anna

I stepped inside the tall building that was located at 100 Park Avenue and took the elevator up to the thirty-first floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, I was promptly greeted by a woman who looked to be in her twenties with long black hair and a massive amount of lip injections.

“Welcome to Carter Capital. How can I help you?”

“I’m Anna. Jules Warren sent me over.”

“Hold, please.” She held up her index finger as she picked up the phone on her desk. “Follow me.” She brightly smiled.

I followed her down the long hallway, past numerous cubicles and offices, until we reached the desk of a woman named Tori.

“Hi, you must be Anna. I’m Tori.” She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Tori.”

“I’ll show you to your desk. Mr. Carter is in a meeting in the conference room right now, so I’ll show you the ropes until he returns.”

I gave her a pleasant smile. I was starting to think that maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Oh, wait. It wasn’t my idea. Butit was different, and it could be kind of fun. Plus, it was only temporary.

“Chrissy was extremely organized, and she’s going to be missed. She left step-by-step instructions for whoever took over.” She picked up a piece of paper from the desk and handed it to me.

“Yes, she was very organized, but I do see a few things that could be modified.”

“Mr. Carter won’t like that. So please, just stick to the list. And remember, you’re only a temp,” she spoke in a snotty voice.

“Right.” I gave her a fake smile.

I wanted to tell her who I was and what I really did. I took a seat behind my new desk, which felt weird because I wasn’t used to working on this side of an office. The phones started to ring, and I quickly answered them in the precise way that was on Chrissy’s instruction sheet.

“Good morning, Carter Capital. Mr. Carter’s office, this is Anna. How may I assist you?”

I took down message after message and stacked them neatly in a pile on the desk's left-hand side per my instructions. I think Chrissy had OCD. I sat there and wondered when my old-ass boss was going to return. I’d already been here two hours, and I had yet to meet him.

“Excuse me, Tori? Can you please direct me to the restroom?”

“Right around the corner.” She smiled.

After I was finished, I walked back to my desk and Tori was standing there with her arms folded.

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