[Elijah]
I tried my best to resist. To distract myself. To act like Hazel’s ridiculous request wasn’t dancing in the front row of my brain with a neon sign. But it was like the most impossible task of the whole universe.
With a low, frustrated sigh, I leaned forward and grabbed the intercom on my desk. “Hello, Tech Team? Get me someone from ID security,” I said sharply. “Preferably someone discreet.”
And... thirty minutes later, the temporary ID was ready.
Things would be much faster if I had a secretary, but I don't. I still hadn't filled the secretary position. It's still vacant. Waiting for Hazel. No one quite fit the role. None of the applicants had the edge, the fire, the understanding, the compatibility or diligence.
FYI, NO, I didn’t ask the tech team to create a real Senior
