Page 8 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

By the time Sunny reaches the final bullet point, only fifteen minutes have passed.

She folds her hands, her eyes sharp. “Are there points you need clarified?”

I consider her, letting the silence stretch.

I don’t have a single correction.

Everything is precisely where it needs to be. My calendar actually functions now. I zoom in on this Friday’s meeting. The quarterly review.

“None. There is one update. I’ll be delivering the review on site in the office,” I said.

For the first time, I see it—a flicker of something that mars the smooth calm of her face. A ripple so quick, it was barely perceptible.

There. And gone.

If I haven’t been watching her so closely, I would have missed it. “Therefore, the conference room needs to be set up for both in-person and virtual attendees.”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Understood. I’ll ensure the conference room is prepped accordingly.”

I lean forward slightly, studying her through the screen.

“Will all reports be ready by Friday?”

Another quick uptick of her brow. I decide to call her out on it. “Is there an issue?”

She scans something on her side of the screen, yet doesn’t hesitate in answering. “No, Ser Rokoth. Only that I already prepped those reports this morning.”

I narrow my eyes.

Her face relaxes as if seeing what she needs. “Ah yes, I verfiied that I have sent the reports to your email and attached it to this morning’s agenda, but I also re-sent it to you to bump it up on your inbox.” She straightens slightly.

Ah.

I flick my gaze back to her personnel file.

No mention of psychic abilities.

Interesting.

Urul and Royce enter the room, but I ignore them, keeping my attention on her.

“Anything else, Ser Rokoth?” she asks.

I consider her for a moment. She’s bright, quick, and efficient. She will benefit from positive feedback that will encourage her in this tack.

“I like the updated calendar,” I admit. “I’ll be dropping additional events for you later today once I finalize them.”

A small smile—the first real one—curves on her lips. “I’ll be ready for them. I look forward to meeting you in person on Friday, Ser Rokoth.”

The call ends, but I don’t move right away.

Instead, I sit back, exhaling slowly as I process the exchange.

I look forward to meeting you in person.

No one looks forward to meeting me in person.

Urul’s booming voice cuts into my reverie. “This Friday?” I forgot he and Royce are here. “Don’t we have that last round of meetings Friday morning? What exactly are you plotting?” he says, amusement thick in his voice.

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