Lila's pov
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the tray of coffee in my hands. It was my first day as Alexander Voss's personal assistant, and I was already a walking disaster. The boardroom was packed with men in suits, tight lipped smiles on their faces and their eyes glaring at me like they wanted to have me for breakfast.
And there I was walking down the meeting hall, my feet wobbling, which I wasn't sure if it was from how oversized the shoe was or my anxiety that threatened to rip me apart.
Gosh! I couldn't afford making a mess of myself on my first day as the wealthiest billionaire's assistant in the city. I had to make a good impression!
I had begun to breathe a sigh of relief when I made it to his chair.
Then my heel caught on the carpet.
The tray tipped upw
