LIAM
I wasn't particularly a fan of assistants, but when Anna, my long-term friend and manager, decided I needed one, I agreed to give it a try.
Now, here's the thing, it's one thing to be great at drawing up reports, scheduling calls, and handling meetings, but it was another entirely different thing to know how I preferred my coffee.
Black with a cube of sugar.
I was aware this was a very minor aspect of the job requirement, but how hard was it to bloody understand that I wanted a cube and not two cubes?
I ran a frustrated hand over my face. It scrunched up at the too-sweet coffee my new assistant had made me. “What the actual hell?”
She was a tall woman. Her blonde hair was packed up into a neat bun, and she wore glasses. She might've been confident enough for Anna to hire her, b
