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Suddenly, it all clicked.

“…Damien’s sister.”

Indeed she looked like him. The elegance in their walking step could not be missed. And her eyes were exactly like his.

Except instead of cold and dreary, hers held a shimmer. A shimmer of…optimism?

“Oh, hi,” I reciprocated her smile, taking her hands. “Renee Walker.”

Her eyes brimmed with excitement. “I love your name, Renee.”

The diamond ring on her ring finger glinted as she tugged a strand to the side of her face. If her limited edition bag and Gucci dress didn’t indicate that she was wealthy, then her ring certainly did.

Hm… Married. Early thirties perhaps?

“Thank you. It belonged to my late mother.”

I suddenly wanted to face-palm myself. Why the hell did I have to say that?

Pity displaced her smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“It’s fine,” I interrupted. “It really is.”

She nodded. Silence seemed to take space between us before she spoke. “You’re his assistant?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm…And how has working for him been?”

I suddenly didn’t know what to say. It was like asking a nurse how working in the hospital has been. Did she expect me to answer that?

“Don’t worry, you can say. I won’t tell,” she giggled.

“Pleasant.”

The look of disbelief in her eyes said it all. “We both know you’re lying.”

Tilting her head, she continued. “You know he might be a bit off character. That’s how he’s been after-” She looked like she wanted to say something but instead settled for something else. “That’s how he has been for as long as I can remember. Even to his family.”

Oh…A dickhead home and away.

“But he’ll come around with time. And you’ll get to enjoy working with him.”

I nodded, for lack of better words. What do you say when your boss’ sister was placating you?

“Oops, I’ve got to go,’ she chimed when she glanced at her wristwatch. “See you around.”

With that, she was gone, leaving me stunned at the encounter. And wondering what she left unsaid.

Chapter Six

Damien

I’d jerked myself off after the actions in the elevator. And three times at night when I got home.

I didn’t know why, despite how much her actions irritated me, I still reacted to her.

Her shenanigans at the meeting had infuriated me. I was supposed to teach her a lesson. To put her on another marathon of delivering coffees, or worse.

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