Chapter Eight: Better Than Ointment.

Chapter Eight: Better Than Ointment.

THE next day, we attended another meeting before we left New York. Sir Brandon seems too tired while I regained my energy. I didn’t know if he got the sleep that he wanted last night but just by looking at him, it seems like he didn’t get enough sleep even though he drank way too much done me. I didn’t bother to ask, just by thinking about how he left the conversation that he started, I’m pissed.

Our trip to New York and back to Atlanta was tiring. He told me not to go straight to the office. After a month of being his secretary, I haven’t been to his house. When we finally arrived, I was amazed by his modern style big house. From the outside to the interior, the designs were almost black, white, and brown. The receiving area was wide open. On the left were the black double-hung windows, and a monstera plant was standing beside the window. In the middle, there were four bamboo chairs and a small bamboo table in between, then a wide platform.

“Leav