Zella
"What countermeasures have been taken to ensure this does not repeat itself?"
I sat at the far end of the long table, beside Isaiah. The nameplate on my chest read Personal Assistant. I hadn’t applied for the position. Why would I willingly put myself through the torture of being in Isaiah's presence twenty-four-seven?
No, the cruel man had added it to his contract that being his wife meant that I would be his assistant.
"I want you with me." That’s what he had said. So yeah, I had gotten the job because Isaiah King was a controlling bastard who wanted to keep his shiny new toy within reach.
I glared at him from the corner of my eyes.
It was unfair that he looked like sin in his suit. His directors were speaking, answering his questions, but his eyes were on me. Every man i
