“Shit. I’m going to be late.” He gathers his laptop and some folders off his desk, cramming them into his briefcase. “Where’s your office? I’ll stop by after this meeting to check in on you and see how it’s going.”
“I don’t have one.”
That causes him to pause. “What do you mean you don’t have one?”
“Exactly what I said. I don’t have one yet. I was planning on working down in the coffee shop in the lobby until I get one.”
“Un-fucking-believable,” he huffs out. “Never mind then, I’ll see you here when I get back from the closing.”
“Here, as in your office?”
He moves to the doorway. Standing at the threshold, he turns to face me. “You work for me now.”
“With,” I correct him, drawing a grin on his face. “I’m your paralegal, yes, but you don’t sign my paychecks.”
“Semantics. However you want to spin it, you’rewithme now. As my paralegal, like you said. So, what’s mine is yours. It’souroffice.”
I hate how much I love how that sounds.
“But…”
“No buts. You need this job, and I need…” He takes in a deep breath. “Help,” he settles for, as he lingers in the doorway.
“You’re going to be late,” I remind him, pointing to my watch free wrist in jest.
“It was really nice seeing you again.”
“Same,” I respond truthfully.
And I don’t know if I should be relieved or worried about that.
CHAPTER 12
GROUP CHAT
Gabriella
FINALLLYYYY! Welcome
Dante
Hi
Gabriella
That’s Dante with his boring “hi”
I’m Gabriella btw
Dante
How’s hi boring?
Tino
It’s not NOT boring bro. Tino by the way
Gabriella
