“You’re right.” Daryl nodded. “However, I am Mr Blackthorn’s personal assistant for everything. Both personal and work-related…work beyond the tower as well. You, Miss Blake, are his secretary for matters relating to the tower alone.” He clarified and her mouth opened as she nodded in understanding.
She wondered if Daryl was also aware that she was his fiancée or if it was information he kept to himself. Then, as if reading her thoughts, Daryl smiled, his perfect white teeth making her gush.
‘How could one's teeth be so white? They have got to be fake.’ She thought.
“Do not worry, Miss Blake. I won’t be saying a word about the marriage until after the wedding.” He promised with a wink.
“You really are his personal assistant then.” She murmured to herself but, it was loud enough for Dar
