By Tuesday afternoon I was almost ready to call Olivia and tell her I was out. Dealing with Brett wasn’t worth the trouble.
But I really wanted to get the contract.
I spent my entire Saturday at his office fixing all the things his incompetent previous assistant had tried to do. If she’d done her job instead of my husband, it wouldn’t have been such a mess. Unfortunately, she screwed both of us when she messed up his files.
It took me all day to verify that the paperwork was where it needed to be. I found one document that needed to be filed immediately and two more that would have been late if not filed within a couple weeks. There was no way any of it would have been done if I hadn’t helped.
But I hated myself for it. I wanted to tell him to go f**k himself, but SkinnyCakes needed th
