In front of the airport, a man was waiting—John. Judging by the easy greeting, he was more than just an acquaintance of Adam’s.
“John, this is Clara. Clara, this is John. If you ever need anything, you can turn to him. He’ll keep an eye on you when I’m not around,” Adam said.
“Keep an eye?” we both echoed at once.
“You said you had work for me, Adam, but I didn’t think you meant babysitting your girlfriend.”
“I’m not his girlfriend!” I snapped, bristling. Extending my hand, I introduced myself, “Clara Williams. Personal assistant to Mr. Sinclair.”
“Is that what they call it now? Personal assistant?” John smirked at Adam.
I shot Adam a sharp look. He only smiled, smug and silent.
“I’m his consultant and PR manager,” I clarified coolly. “Our relationship is strictly professional. I wo
