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“Ughhh. I cried the whole way here, but then I thought you might have bought it and lied to my father, but you really didn’t buy it.”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry, babe. I can find out.”
“No, please don’t. Because I’ll make fake pages and stalk them and leave mean comments.”
We both laughed.
“So, since you’re here, I wanted you to look over some resumes for your replacement.”
I stood up. “What do you mean my replacement? I’m still fired?”
“I assumed that you would want to stay home and—”
“You assumed wrong. I have no problem working here and still being your assistant. I mean, hell, everyone knows about us now, so what. We can still be professional. Granted, you might have to change up the rules just a little bit.”
“Of course…but not much, though. This still my rodeo.”
“We are going to make a good team, Mr. Dymon.”
* * *
December
I stood in the doorway watching the men bring in the large Christmas trees. I’d ordered three ten-foot tall trees for the lobby. Dymon was going to be pissed. I’d begged and begged and maybe even sucked his dick a little so we could celebrate Christmas around DHQ. He said that he didn’t want to start that because I’d end up begging for a Christmas party—which I did. He caved on that too. I’d already had it on the schedule for the week before Christmas. He was so annoyed, but he loved when I bossed his ass around.
The last few months have been great. I was still Dymon’s assistant, and I’d even helped him find a new COO who was going to start at the beginning of the year. Both he and I’ve been holding down the fort, alternating jobs. It was a lot of work but worth it. I could tell why he loved what he did. He was more laxed with his employees, but they were still kind of afraid of him.
After Dymon put Derek on his ass, he came back to DHQ with a letter of resignation. I’d heard that he had to quit if he wanted to keep his fiancée. I’m assuming it was because of my revelation of him still being in love with me. His last day, he came to apologize to us, but I didn’t accept it, and neither did Dymon. However, because I still had a heart, and with a lot of talking to my mother, I’d convinced Dymon to write him a letter of recommendation when his No Compete Clause was up in six months. That was the last nice thing that I’d do for him.
Twice a week, we ate in the cafe with everyone else. On Friday’s, we were able to wear jeans, and the last Friday of each month, we closed at lunch. When those rules were implemented, Mr. Dymon showed me how much more production that we were getting, and he was surprised that it went up that high. The place was more fun now, and he hated to admit it. The people didn’t even call him The Eagle anymore in their headsets.
“Quinci!”
I jumped when I heard my name. Mr. Dymon had come through the door with a surprised look on his face. I’d come into work before him because he told me that he had to make a few stops before he came in.
“What is this!”
I tried to hide my grin because he looked even sexier when he was mad. Even though I hated the cold New York weather, I never got over the outfits that Dymon wore. It was something about seeing him in his scarves and overcoats, oftentimes paired with a skull cap, that made me want to jump on him.
“Don’t be grinning. I told you not to go overboard.”
“I didn’t, though, because I was going to get a tree for every corner of this large office, but I only got three for the large window.”
“Girl, I—”
I pushed an ornament in his hand. “Here. Write your name on this, and be quiet. You’re going to like it by the time we go home today. The design team is going to come and decorate it so beautifully that you’re not going to know what to do with yourself.”
He wrote his name on the ornament and handed it back to me. “This is going to come out of your check.”
“I doubt it. See you upstairs. Oh, your schedule is already on your iPad, ready to go. I’ll be harassing everyone to sign their names on these ornaments for the Christmas lighting when we get off.”
“Oh my God. I am going to fire you before next Christmas.”
“Sure you are.”
I could tell he wanted to kiss me but walked away instead.
* * *
