"Have a seat‚ Skye."
I sat down and pulled the contract out of my bag and placed it on his desk between us. He glanced at it‚ then back at me.
"I'm guessing you've made your decision‚" he said.
"I have a few questions first."
He leaned back in his chair and gestured for me to continue‚ looking almost amused‚ like a king entertaining a peasant's request.
"The professional duties‚" I said‚ keeping my voice steady even though my pulse was racing. "What exactly does personal assistant mean in this context? Am I actually going to be doing PA work‚ or is that just a title on paper?"
"You'll perform real PA duties‚" he said. "Scheduling‚ correspondence‚ meetings‚ travel arrangements. Everything a normal personal assistant would do."
"And the other stuff?" I asked‚ and I hated how my voice
