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There. Hopefully, that’ll buy me enough time to find the files he needs for tomorrow’s meetings. Should I call Mrs. Evans and ask her? No. No way. I got hired to do a job, and I’m going to try my best. I have a degree in business, for God’s sake.

I track down the documents for Mr. Godoy and quickly create a folder with all the information he needs.

From: Camila Flores “[email protected]”

To: Vicente Godoy “[email protected]”

Date: March 17, 2025. 3:27 pm

Subject: RE: Tomorrow’s schedule

Mr. Godoy, I wanted to let you know that the calendar and the files have been uploaded, and everything is ready for you.

Regards,

Camila Flores

Personal Assistant to Head of the Godoy Group

London

My phone pings with a notification, and when I glance at the screen, I see a text from Mrs. Evans.

A smile tugs at my lips—I’m probably about to get a sneak peek at Ava’s day. I miss my girl something fierce, but I know this is good for both of us. She needs to have a world that includes more people than just me.

Mrs. Evans: Ava decided to make you a card to celebrate your first day on the new job. She couldn’t wait until you got home to see it, so she asked me to send you a picture.

*image attached*

I click on it, and it’s so beautiful, it makes me emotional. Ava’s hair is a wild mess—brown curls framing her face. Her bow is down to mid-head, and her eyes look tired, but her smile could brighten anyone’s day.

She’s holding the card she made me—a rainbow surrounded by flowers. It says,I love you, Mummy. I’m sure Mrs. Evans helped her with the spelling. She’s been learning her letters at school but doesn’t know how to spell words yet.

Camila: Ava, sweetie. I love the card. I can’t wait to come home and hug you. I love you.

Mrs. Evans: I just read her your message, and she squealed. Don’t worry about her. She’s helping me make dinner. No need to rush home.

Camila: Thank you, Mrs. Evans. I don’t know what I would do without you.

Mrs. Evans: Oh shush. It’s my joy to take care of little Ava. How are things going at the office?

Camila: Mr. Godoy is in Chile, so I’ve been quickly learning how to do things without him. I can still hear him yelling at me via email, but I guess that’s better than being yelled at in person.

Mrs. Evans: Don’t let his grumpy facade deter you. He’s a good man—just married to his job and needs tobe shaken up a bit. Show him what you are made of. I know you’ll win him over.

I chuckle at the thought of me winning Mr. Godoy over. I’m no match for the head of the Godoy Group. I’m a single mom, who works two jobs to make ends meet and has a “mom body.” I mean, my stretch marks feel like my badges of honor—a reminder that the most precious thing in my life grew inside me for nine months—but that’s not something a man would find sexy.

Not to mention the pouch where I once had a flat stomach. If I ever wanted to date again, that’s definitely something that would make me extra insecure. Men prefer women with toned, beautiful bodies—not someone with flaccid skin and extra pounds like me.

Besides, from what I saw online, Mr. Godoy only dates models and celebrities. I have no business winning him over. Not him, not anyone else. I don’t have time for men when I know my daughter needs me.

But I can definitely show him what I'm made of and how good of an executive assistant I can be.

I don’t hear from him for the rest of the afternoon, which is fine by me. I don’t need his praise—I just need to do my job and get home to my little girl.

After uploading his entire week’s schedule online, I set up folders for each day and add some sparkling final touches to my desk.I’ll have to pick up a picture frame for Ava’s photo—that way, I can have her with me all day long.

Even though today was shocking, and it’ll take me a minute to adjust to the new routine, I feel a sense of pride for stepping out of my comfort zone and starting a new job.

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