Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Morning, Ms. Pernetti. Let’s get going before I head into court. I need some files prepared.” Isn’t that what you have an intern for?
“He’s working on another project at the courthouse. Next time, keep your thoughts in your head, Ms. Pernetti.” He winks and moves toward the elevators while I stand there in shock, feeling like a total idiot. “Don’t stand there with your mouth open; move it.” I kick my butt into high gear and get into step with him. Once inside the elevator, he asks, “Did you have a pleasant break?”
I smiled up at him and answered, “It was a lot of fun.”
A frown forms on his chiseled face. “Good. Well, I hope you’ve come back ready to work because there’s a lot to do.” Damn, was that a loaded question?
“What’s new?” I mutter under my breath. It’s not like I haven’t done my job like a pro.
He doesn’t respond to my smart-ass remark. I don’t seem to know how to hold my tongue around him, and love pushing his buttons which could have my ass out the door at any minute.
It’s foolish and the only reason I haven’t moved out of my shitty small apartment yet. With this killer job, it came with a massive raise. I’m saving every extra penny just in case I find myself with a pink slip, even though Jack could easily hook me up with a job.
I walk to my desk while he goes to his office. Taking off my coat and hat, I hang them up in the coat closet behind me and then turn around to find him standing there, waiting impatiently. Damn, he’s fast.
“Here’s what I need.” He hands me a list of files. I take it and read through it. It’s only a handful of files that he could have easily gotten himself, but I’m sure that means he has other things to attend to before returning to the courthouse.
I get the work done quickly and set it down on his desk while he’s on his phone. He nods, mouthing a thank you before gesturing for me to close the door behind me. I follow directions and get back to work.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that we are a team working as one, and at other moments he wants me as far away from him as humanly possible. The man drives me insane, and it’s barely been a month.
Ten minutes later and he’s rushing out the door, adjusting his suit jacket without the files he requested. “Sir, the files.”
“I don’t need them after all.” I rein in my annoyance and nod, doing my best to behave since it took really no effort to do the work anyway.
He leaves and I’m back to work as usual. Two hours later an advocate for a potential client arrives to speak with Mr. King, unfortunately he won’t be back for another hour and she’s early. “Hello, I’m his office assistant, Ms. Pernetti. Can I get you anything to drink, Ms. Phelps?”
“No, thank you. I’ll just take a seat right here and wait for him. I have a habit of arriving early. Please do continue with your work. I promise I’m fine.” I try not to be jealous at how insanely beautiful she is, but she’s gorgeous. He’ll definitely enjoy this meeting.
“Thank you. Just let me know if you need anything.” I sit back down behind my desk and work, avoiding making any calls so she can’t overhear any conversations. It’s a rule that Mr. King has so that no private information is accidentally shared.
I suppose I could set her up in the conference room if I want her isolated until Mr. King arrives, but for now it’s best to keep her where I can see her.
I’d been working for about five minutes when she sighs and then asks me a question. “So, how long have you been working for Mr. King?” She must be bored.
“I’ve been with the company for a year.” It’s a little less but that’s none of her business.
“Oh, that’s fairly new.”
“Yes, well, it’s only my second job out of school.”
“Oh that’s sweet.” She gives me a faux smile before continuing. “It must be hard working for a man like Mr. King. I hear he’s a real tough boss and demands long hours from all his employees.” I happen to think he’s great.
“He doesn’t demand anything.” This woman is getting on my nerves with her dig on Mr. King.
“Interesting…”
“Is there something I can help you with?” I know that my tone is rude and I’m liable to get reprimanded, but I don’t like her line of questioning.
“No.” She sits back down and I return to my document on my computer. If I didn’t like this woman before, I don’t like her now. She smirks and then brings out her phone, typing away. Something isn’t right.