I’ll fucking show hersir,alright.
My gaze narrows, but before I can say anything, the door swings open, and in walks my father, wearing his usual warm grin.
“Ah, there you are, Anais,” he says, smiling down at her.
She is on her feet immediately, closing the distance and wrapping him in a hug. “Uncle Christian, it’s so good to see you.”
I can’t help my eye roll.
He beams. “Good morning, honey, I trust my son is treating you well?”
Anais scoffs, voice dripping with sardonic amusement. “Oh, absolutely. Evan’s being so supportive and empathetic. You can rest assured you’ve raised an altruistic and selfless young man, Uncle Christian.”
Dad throws his head back laughing, clearly not missing the irony. “Oh Anais, I think you’ll do just fine here at Maxwell’s.” He pats her head like she’s a damn cute puppy, before glancing at me. “Once you’ve gotten Anais settled, come by my office. I’ve got a conference call with our UK client I’d like you to sit in on.”
I clear my throat, eager to get him out so I can finish what I started. “Of course. Now, if you’ll excuse us. I just have a few more things to go over with my newassistant.”
My father nods, saying his goodbyes before heading out.
Anais turns to me; her arms crossed and pushing up her breasts, in a way that may or may not be intentional.
I tear my gaze away, jaw tightening when I see the smirk on her face.
This brat is going to be the death of me.
“Sit down, Anais.”
She huffs dramatically, her arms dropping to her sides as she marches toward my desk, then drops down in a seat.
I smirk at her glower.
“Now… where were we?”
Chapter 6
Anais
For the next hour Janice walks me through what I’ll be doing as Evan’s assistant.
She’s kind, warm, even maternal and if I had to guess I’d put her in her mid-forties, with chestnut brown hair and brown eyes. She’s a cave of knowledge of everything Maxwell Diamonds, casually mentioning that she’s been here for over a decade. She even used to be Christian’s assistant before becoming Evan’s.
During my training, Janice takes calls effortlessly, typing up notes with the speed and precision that comes from years of experience. Urgent messages get forwarded directly to Evan, who is currently in a meeting, while the rest are written down neatly on a pad for when he returns.
Except he doesn’t.
By lunchtime, there’s still no sign of him, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s still stuck in that meeting, or if he’s deliberately avoiding me.
If it’s the latter, well, that’s got to mean something, right?
“Honey,” Janice says, sliding open a drawer, and pulling out a black credit card. “Could you pop down to the deli? It’s justacross the street. Evan prefers his lunch from there. The deli ham sub, wrapped in turkey slices, no bread, and the green dream juice.”
I blink. Then blink again. Is she serious? I bite back a smile.
Who knew the grumpy, cold bastard was so… health conscious.
“Evan orders a sandwich without the bread. And a greendreamjuice?” I ask, incredulous.
Janice nods her confirmation, a frown on her face. “He’s very particular.”
