New assistant

Rowan

"Listen up." I said to her from the backseat. "I'm meeting with my manager, we have something important to discuss. All I need from you is to jot down our conversation. Got that?"

"Everything?!" She asked, turning in her seat to look at me. "You mean record your entire conversation? Isn't that a job for a secretary?"

"Well, congratulations. You're now my personal assistant. You get to be my secretary, my cook, my nanny, my maid... Basically, whatever I say you are."

The look of horror on her face was so satisfying. I smirked.

I waited for her to protest or quit, but she quietly turned to face her front.

Good. At least she was being obedient.

"We haven't properly gone over the details of this job." I heard her say. "I have my conditions for working for you, and..."

"And what conditions are they?" I asked. "You know what? Forget it. I'll have William give you a contract with all the details. That is, if you can actually manage to handle your first task properly."

No words passed be