Jas.
First day working for Zane wasn’t as complex as I thought it would be, and I wasn’t even the only one that worked at the station. There was another person Zane introduced as his secretary, then he said I was his personal assistant.
Oh, and there was Brand, his right hand man.
Uncle Matthew had asked me this morning where I was going and I had told him I was going to work. He had stared at me for a while, and then he had nodded and asked if he could drop me, but I said no.
If he had, he would have realized I was going to work for Zane and I was doing more than that. He would know that I had done what he asked me not to do, if he wasn’t already suspecting it.
The intercom on my table buzzed and I stared at it for a while before I picked it up.
Savanna, the secretary stared at
