Alpha Killian rose and took the marked page from Lila.
"You made this correction?"
"Yes." Eira kept her voice even.
He studied the neat notation, then set the page down. "My executive assistant is on maternity leave. Recruiting hasn't found a replacement."
"I don't have assistant experience."
"You caught a graduate-level error in seconds. You can manage a calendar." His gaze held hers. "You're already on payroll, and your resignation is still pending. Fill the position until your last day."
It sounded reasonable. Almost too reasonable.
Eira weighed refusing—but that would only draw more attention. Accepting bought her time to figure out whether his interest meant something, or whether exhaustion had just made her suspicious of everything.
"Understood, Alpha Killia
