Darmiel eyed Brenda, his lips twitching with tease. He has a feeling that he will be discovering his Executive Assistant’s secret today. The unusual anxiety vibrating through her usually poised and commanding presence was too delicious for him to ignore. He leaned casually against the edge of his executive desk, tapping his fountain pen against his palm as he thoroughly enjoyed watching her struggle to maintain her typical corporate composure.
“Err, Boss, excuse me. I still need to prepare a few things before our meeting with … ah, Mr. Grayson,” stammering Melba said before she quickly turned around and got out of her Boss’ executive office like a flash.
Darmiel could not hold himself from chuckling. It was rare to see his highly efficient assistant completely unravel over a routine cor
