Chapter 26

One week later.

Dave became nothing but a pain in the ass.

And it was mere luck that the man was gone for a meeting, so here she was, manning the phones, trying not to die of boredom, hunger, and second-hand entitlement from all the asshats who thought that ‘personal assistant’ was an archaic English word for ‘person put on Earth to cater to Dave's every whim and whom it was appropriate to scream at if she did not immediately divine his exact wishes through telepathy.’ Goodness, the man was a jerk. How did she even fall in love with this asshole anyway?

She could see one of those female field asshats approaching, and it was with considerable relief that she saw one of the phones light up. She grabbed at it like a lifeline.

"Brown Inc., how can I help you?"

"Hey, Chelsea, it’s Catherine. Time to gossip?"

Wow, she didn't call her on her phone, but here in the office.

"Sure thing, ma’am, I’ll walk you through that right now. It should only take about an hour," she mumbled sweetly.

Assha