His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge
Her condition—being stuck in a wheelchair—was enough trouble; she didn't have to deal with an additional one.
I shrugged reaching for my mug of coffee. “Nothing I can't handle,” I said before taking a sip.
Over the rim of the cup, I saw her chew at her lip in worry. She vehemently believed something troubled my mind. My resolve to keep things to myself wavered. I rather let her in on this one, than have her worry. Besides, the problem was relatively minor.
“I'm having a hard time finding a secretary. Most candidates are…tone deaf, narrow-minded. It's a pity.”