AMELIA'S POV
The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual and completed my morning routine, getting ready for my first day as a personal assistant. I wore a white silk shirt with red pants, making sure I looked presentable and applying a little makeup to manage my oily skin. I pulled my hair into a neat ponytail and smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
"Go, girl!" I cheered to myself, summoning the courage and good vibes I needed for the day.
I suddenly remembered I'd forgotten to ask him about the resumption time. How could I remember when I'd left his office in such a hurry yesterday, after everything that happened? Me kissing my boss, or rather, my boss kissing me, and then me crying in front of him—all on the same day.
Jasmine hadn't brought up what I'd told her, but we did dis
