(Isolde's POV)
The words were still ringing in my head. Executive assistant. To him.
I stood there, staring at him.
My mouth opened before my brain could stop it. "I appreciate the opportunity, but I'm not sure I'm the right fit for-"
"Tomorrow morning," he said. "My office. Nine o'clock."
His tone didn't leave room for argument. It wasn't even a tone - it was a wall.
But I still had to try.
"Sir, I just think there might be someone more qualified, and given the circumstances-"
"You have something else to say?"
I pressed my lips together.
The problem wasn't that I didn't want this job. That was exactly the problem. Every time I looked at him, something in my chest pulled tight. Every time he spoke, my thoughts scattered. If I had to sit outside his office every single day, answer
