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“Okay.” I smiled, picking up a folder. “Everyone in this building seems to think that you’re the real CEO and not Hazel Swift. Can you tell me why that is?”
“I have no idea,” she said, pointing to her lanyard. “As you can see, before my promotion, I was nothing more than a senior level assistant.”
“You don’t find it strange that your coworkers are willing to tell their brand-new CEO that the current CEO doesn’t do any of her own work?”
“Anyone who follows her on TikTok can tell you that.” She cleared her throat, changing her tone. “I do find that a bit strange, Mr. Carrington. I’m truly honored by what my peers have said about me, though.”
“You and I will clearly need to spend a lot of time together, and you may need a different job title,” I said. “I’d like to set up a schedule for the next few weeks.”
“Sounds good.” She nodded. “I’m available between five o’clock p.m. and five fifteen p.m. I think we can get a lot done during that time. Does that time frame work for you?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s quite unfortunate,” she said. “I’m really busy these days, and that’s all the time I have to spare.”
The door to my side room opened, and I waited for it to shut before responding.
“Well, if that’s all you have to say to me—” She turned away, but I gripped her waist.
“I’m not finished talking to you.”
“What else is there to say, Mr. Carrington?”
“I’d prefer that you call me Tyler whenever we’re alone.”
“If you stick to calling me ‘Miss March,’ I’ll happily consider that. I mean, you’re the one who juggles multiple names and background lies, so I doubt it’ll be that difficult.”
“So, you are remembering things about me?” I smiled. “A lie by omission isn’t a lie.”
“I’ve never seen that hold up in a courtroom.”
“Have you had ‘better’ yet?”
“Better days than this current one?”
“Better sex than what you had with me.”
“I don’t think it’s appropriate for a CEO to discuss his employee’s sex life.” Her cheeks flushed red. “Although, if you must know, any man I’ve ever invited over had enough decency to leave without insulting my apartment.”
“Probably because he didn’t get a good look at it in the dark.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, but she quickly composed herself. “I really do have a lot of work on my plate today, and there’s a certain issue we will need to talk about very soon, but I don’t think now is the time or place.”
“If the ‘issue’ is whether we can work together given our first encounter, or whether you’re lying about wanting a seventh round with me—”
“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out.
“You’re what?”
“Pregnant.”
“Well, congratulations, Miss March…” I stepped back. “Maternity leave is a human resources matter, though. You should let me know the months you plan to take off when they’re set in stone.”
“The baby is yours.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You, Tyler William Carrington II, Non-Liar by Omission, Man Who Is Literally Standing in Front of Me, are the child’s father. You.”
