Chapter 22

Georgina West

Stepping into the study, I swiftly claimed the chair that Archer usually sits in which is behind the huge mahogany desk, a chair reserved solely for the boss. It was a subtle power play, one that never failed to amuse me, knowing that I could make Archer take the seat across from me with just a glance.

"So, boss, what are these three conditions?" He asked with a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes, playing along with my joke as he sat one of seats in front of me.

"Again, I need you to agree to all three of them and I feel like they are pretty reasonable given our history," I declared, the weight of my words punctuating the air between us.

"Alright, hit me," he responded, his tone now serious, mirroring the shift in our conversation.

"First off, I need to know that I come first. It can't be like it was before," I explained, my voice sounded a bit hurt as I recalled the times Archer unintentionally favored someone else over me. Archer furrowed his brow, confused with the i