Bound by his secret
I plastered on fake smiles for people I didn’t even want to know, stayed up most nights answering emails, and ran around with the new driver as if my life depended on it.
Meanwhile, Mr. Blackwood was either out of the country, out of the state, or lounging in his mansion—or worse, some fancy club. And when he was around? The workload tripled.
That afternoon, we’d just finished a meeting. I wasn’t allowed in because it was “confidential,” so I waited outside like a servant until he returned to his office.
“Take this,” he said, tossing a set of documents onto the table in front of me.
“Of course, sir,” I said quickly, scooping them up.
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