Marissa
The underlined date on my digital calendar was a glaring reminder: Board Meeting – Gold Export Strategy. King Alaric Presiding.
I grabbed my iPad, smoothed down my pencil skirt, and headed to the conference room.
Rule number one for assistants: always arrive before your boss. As expected, the other executive assistants were already present, standing quietly by their assigned seats.
I took my seat, tapping my stylus against my notepad. The agenda was projected onto the screen: Gold Export Strategy – Q3 Review and Q4 Proposal.
My attention began to wander about five minutes before Justin even strode into the room, Sean, his cousin and rival, trailing him with a smirk.
I started doodling in the margins of my digital notes, patterns that had absolutely nothing to do with gold. It
