By noon, I had officially declared war.
Not on Adrian voss—because that would be suicidal—but on being anywhere near him for more than five consecutive minutes.
So I did what any reasonable, overworked personal assistant would do.
I made myself disappear.
Not literally. Unfortunately.
But I became extremely helpful.
“Coffee run?” I offered brightly when someone from finance passed by my desk.
“Yes please,” she said, barely looking up.
“Great,” I said too quickly. “Anything else? Tea? Snacks? Emotional support?”
She blinked. “Just coffee is fine.”
“Perfect.”
I grabbed the tray like my life depended on it.
And that became my strategy.
If I was always “helping someone,” I couldn’t be summoned.
If I was always moving, I couldn’t be cornered.
If I was always busy…
I wouldn’t hav
