All Chapters of Assistant To The Pablo Brothers: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AMARA'S POVI got to the office at seven fifty on Monday morning, coffee in one hand, my new badge in the other, feeling like a woman who had finally gotten everything she wanted.That lasted until I opened my office door.My desk was gone. The computer was gone. In their place sat a glossy white desk with a gold nameplate, a vase of lilies, and Sandra, leaning back in my chair like she'd been born in it."What the hell are you doing in my office?""Oh dear" she said, not even looking up from her phone. "They didn't tell you?""Tell me what?""It's mine now. Well, I had your cheap desk and computer taken out and replaced because i would use things of your class anyway...i mean even your outfit looks like its from a thrift store. I honestly didn't understand why an assistant needed an office anyway" she said, and there was so much pride in her voice that I genuinely felt like choking her."Who gave you my office, Sandra?""My man, obviously" she said, finally glancing up, smiling like

AMARA'S POV I was halfway through the third draft of the tender summary when the noise started. It began as a murmur somewhere down the hall, then footsteps, a lot of them, then somebody laughing nervously the way people do when they're not sure whether to be excited or scared. Lorry looked up from his screen and frowned. "What is that?" "No idea" I stood up and opened the door, and nearly walked straight into one of the interns, who was practically vibrating. "What's going on out there" "The prince" she said, breathless. "The Prince of Valerie is here. Like, right now. In the building" My stomach dropped through the floor. "The who" "The Crown Prince of Valerie. He's with security and everything, they closed off the elevator" I turned around slowly. Lorry had stood up too, jacket already half on, and for a second I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears. Prince of Valerie.... My brother?" My brother, who didn't know the first thing about subtlety, who once crashed a dipl

AMARA'S POVWe got to the restaurant a little after seven. Nick held the door open for me, Lorry stepped in right behind him, and the hostess led the three of us to a table by the window.Lorry pulled out my chair."I can do it myself" I said."I know""Then why are you doing it""Manners" he said, pushing it in as I sat. Nick, who had been halfway into his own seat, froze like he'd been personally insulted."I was about to do that""You were about to sit down""I was multitasking"The waiter came with the menus, and the second he left, Nick leaned across the table."So, I want to say something before we order""Okay""You're the reason the Locate model worked in the first place. That night in the lab, when it kept lagging and everyone else was panicking, you figured it out. I just stood there nearly spilling coffee on a server""You did nearly spill coffee on a server""And you still stayed and helped me finish. That's the kind of person you are""That's sweet, Nick""I mean it"Lorr

i woke up to sunlight and the smell of fresh bread, and for one long, confused second I forgot which city I was in.Then the ceiling came into focus, painted pale gold, exactly where it had always been, and I remembered.I stayed in bed longer than I should have. My phone had one new message.*Lorry: Morning. Did you sleep?*I smiled, typed *Barely. Call you later*, then put the phone in the drawer, because this was one of the few places where it didn't belong.Breakfast at the palace was never quiet. I could hear it from the hallway, the clatter of silver, my mother's voice rising over someone else's, a burst of laughter that I knew immediately as Damian's. I stepped into the private dining room with my hair still damp and found them all already seated."There she is" my mother said, standing to kiss both my cheeks. "Did you sleep well""Like a log""You were up until two" Damian said."How would you know""The guards told me""Of course they did""Sit, Amara" my father said, withou

LORRY'S POVBy Wednesday I had stopped pretending I wasn't counting.She'd been perfect for three days. On time, polished, efficient, every email answered before I could finish asking for it, every meeting minute filed within the hour. If I'd walked into the room as a stranger, I'd have called her the ideal assistant.But I wasn't a stranger, and she wasn't herself.She no longer teased me when I frowned at a report. She no longer threw something at my head when I said something arrogant. At lunch, she'd taken her sandwich and eaten at her desk, answering messages, not looking up, and when I'd said her name once, softly, she'd answered "yes, Mr Pablo" in a voice so even I felt it in my teeth.Mr Pablo. In my own office.I was staring at the same paragraph of the Hendrick contract for the fourth time when Nick leaned in the doorway, a mug in his hand and a frown on his face."Okay" he said. "What did you do""Good morning to you too brother""It's noon""Then good afternoon""What did