28 | Carson

Goodbye Carson.

Goodbye Carson.

Goodbye Carson.

Those two words had been stuck on repeat in my head after the disaster that was last night.

I had barely recovered from the shock that the woman of my dreams was actually my unassuming assistant when she'd told me she was leaving for God knows where.

After I got home I fell into a fitful sleep before I couldn't take it anymore and broke one of her rules. I called her number.

Unfortunately it didn't even ring or go to voicemail. There was nothing. And now I was back to square one.

“Sir,” a tiny voice and a snap of fingers brought me back to the present.

I was in my office, a mound of work on my desk and the frightened blue eyes of my new assistant peering at me as she clutched a brown styrofoam coffee cup like it had the power to protect her from me.

Mary — or Marion, I wasn't exactly sure what her name was — was my second assistant since Alex had left. I had fired Helen over the phone sometime last night after I called to ask about my sc