Dominic held my hand all the way to the garage and didn't let go until we were inside the car.
It was dim inside. I couldn't quite make out his expression.
"Joanna, do you know him?"
I met his eyes, my voice steady.
"I'm the woman Mr. Hale brought home. How would I know Mr. Shaw?"
Dominic studied me for a long moment, then smiled.
"Good."
The next day, a stamped employment contract was delivered to my door.
The position: Dominic Hale's personal lifestyle assistant.
Seven-figure salary. A car. An apartment.
The entire circle lost its mind.
A woman with no verifiable background, barely a month at Dominic Hale's side, and she was already part of his inner team with access to core operations.
People from every direction came sniffing around, disguising their curiosity as congratula
