Chapter 9

Destiny's lip curved into a wicked smile. "Don't you think you should be mindful of how you socialize with me? I can fire you anytime."

"I don't doubt that but I'd love to see you try it." He grinned, his gorgeous aquamarine flicking.

Wilhelm leaned back against his chair, swinging it leisurely while he directly stared at Destiny, checking her out openly and making her uncomfortable.

"Sure." She walked around to take her seat. "Brief me on the schedule for today."

"I think I should ask you that." He swung the chair towards where Destiny just sat.

Destiny raised her brows at him questionably.

"You're my assistant." He added.

Without a word, She called for his secretary. If she should reply to every one of his tantrums, she'll get mad and hire a hitman before they are even near closing.

'I guess a piece of duct tape across the lips will shut him up and I won't have to stain my hands with his blood.'

Destiny thought