"Yes, Sarah, you got me a new assistant, huh?" I said into the phone, my voice low and controlled.
"Yes, sir," came the soft reply from the other end, where my butler held the phone.
"Hope for your sake she's good at her job. I don't need another incompetent person like the last one you got me," I warned.
"According to her resume and appearance, she seems capable, sir," the butler assured me.
"I'll be at the office at 9:00 sharp. Make sure the elevator is empty," I instructed, ending the call abruptly.
As I prepared for work, I recalled my mother's morning call. The old man was responding to treatment—damn him. I wished he'd died. On the bright side, if he recovered, he'd reclaim his position as the chairman of the MILLER group, and I could return to the States to continue my business
