Quin McDaniel.
I was seated in my office, in the early morning doing what accompanies running a business, paper work. My assistant too was there in the early hours, she’s very competent I’d give her that compared to the last one who got a little clingy after our little rendezvous. She’s the only lady I haven’t tried to lie to sleep with me, a knock sounded on my door, “come in.” I yelled as I went over the files. Ella Underwood, my assistant walked into the office holding a mug of coffee, “Good Morning. I made this for you sir,” she said placing the coffee mug on my desk, “and I also have to remind you that Bianca Pierce is flying into New York today for the meeting you had scheduled.”
“What time is she set to come in?” I asked as I took a sip of the hot coffee, she knew just the way I
