CHAPTER EIGHT
I step into the elevator on Tuesday morning with a hot takeaway coffee and a more positive attitude. Today—depending on Mackenzie—I’ll get my desk organized and become the powerhouse executive assistant I know myself to be.
I nod at Bethany as I walk through reception, tightening my scarf. “Good morning.” Why is it so cold in here? Bethany covers her earpiece, her sharp gaze fixed on my face and doesn’t say a word. I don’t let on how much her behavior bothers me.
My good mood survives until midmorning. My desk is clean, my files and folders are labeled and color-coded, my notes are sorted according to subject and my email folders are named. I attempt to meet more of Mackenzie’s staff. People do start late here, with most rocking up a little after nine-thirty. I’ll be one o
