Page 2 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“Eh?” I was shocked that he was going to let it slide so easily. But this was what I wanted, right?

Without sparing me another glance, he turned his back, urging me to follow him. “I’m not your boss, at least not anymore.”

Shit, was I getting fired already?

“I- I don’t under-”

“The top boss will take that title now,” he increased his pace until we reached the front of an elevator. “Only office on the top floor.”

He looked at me. Like he expected me to just shove myself in and understand what was going on.

“I’m sorry but I do not understand what is going o-”

Again, before the words could leave my mouth, he sighed. I could sense a hint of annoyance in his voice. “The boss is in dire need of an assistant. You will be a temporary replacement until we find someone that matches his preference.”

“Replacement?”

My question remained unanswered as Mr. Don shoved me into the elevator. “You talk too much.”

“But-”

“Piece of advice,” I could see his chest expel much-needed air. His tension seemed to ease a bit with me in the elevator. “The boss hates talkatives and stammerers.”

I watched, confused, as the doors slowly grew closer. With a huge sigh, I made one last attempt to understand. “But why me?”

“Because the remaining associates would rather tender their resignation than be sent up there,” he replied in a heartbeat. “Oh, and your academic records are quite impressive.”

Ignoring the fear rapidly filling my veins, I watched Mr. Don disappear before my eyes as the door finally closed. Sealing me to whatever fate awaited me in the only office on the top floor.

Damien Knight. The forty-something-year-old senior attorney and managing partner of Blanchard Legal. Uptight, smart, and rumored to be a strict disciplinarian.

I had never seen him. Oddly, he had almost zero media presence. And the few pictures of him I’d seen were blurry.

Frankly, I didn’t wish to. Not with the many sadistic rumors. Plus, I was supposed to have no damn business with the managing partner.

The man was simply hard to please. Perhaps it was why he had never lost a case.

A managing partner with outstanding career records couldn’t lose cases.

Of course, that’s probably why he fired his assistant out of the blues. And I just had to be the next unlucky one.

Damn me and my luck.

With shaky hands, I punched my destination. I retracted my fingers like the number pad had burned. The building was ten stories.

I knew that because I’d studied it. I’ve been doing that online since I passed the bar. And I’d gawked at its grandeur before rushing in.

Maybe if I knew what ill luck awaited me inside, I’d have stayed a little longer outside.

Deep breaths, Renee. Deep breaths.

In a split second, the elevator dinged, and I walked out shakily. Like Mr. Don had said, it was the only office on this floor. With a giant brown door and a bold inscription of his name, the office stared back at me.

I didn’t have time to entertain the beautiful flower vases on the glass floor. Nor the soft glow of the light in the hallway as I stared unmoving at the name.

Suddenly, the door opened, and my heart dipped.

Shit.

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