I don't know what to feel after the bomb, Miss Evelyn threw, exploded. There's no way I'm going to work as Klausʼ personal assistant. I wondered why Klaus seemed to be concealing something beneath his smirk last night. I mean it was not the same meaningless smirk he used to flash to me. Was it his notion? Sure it was his stupid idea and he knew I would be trapped from having no choice but to accept the offer. I'm fine to work with anyone but that jerk who always ruins my day. If it was other human being I'm going to work for as a personal assistant, I would be throwing confetti in gratitude. I wouldn't mind being embarrassed in front of anyone right now. I mean it's a great offer—huge to be exact. But all I feel right now is—I don't know. As I've said, I don't know what to feel, but Miss E
