Celia’s eyes narrowed, filled with suspicion, but she moved to the chair and sat down gracefully. The man behind the desk remained facing away from her, cigar smoke curling lazily into the air.
“You are hired,” he said smoothly.
“Sorry, sir, I’m hired as what exactly?” she asked, her brows furrowing.
“Hmm,” he said, drumming his fingers against the armrest. “Let’s go with Strategic Advisor.”
Celia blinked, confused, “I haven’t even submitted my CV and you are already offering me a job?”
“There are no any open roles,” he said nonchalantly, “but I have just created one. Because you are precious to me.”
“How am I precious to you? Could you turn around so I can at least see who I’m speaking with?”
He chuckled, low and deep, “Great confidence,” he said, amused. “Why don’t you come see th
