Verena
Tense moments like this in the conference room were the times that made me feel pity for the hotel managers and at the same time, grateful for being just an assistant. Daxton didn't even need to speak because the cold stare, the silent nod of disapproval, and pure irritation in his eyes were enough to send everyone sitting here breaking into a full-blown sweat.
He was so strict, hard to please that the one time I messed up his schedule, it earned me an earful that made me numb for almost a week.
It was crazy how he switched from the cold boss to the sweet boyfriend mode whenever we were alone or at home.
Again, as the HR Manager's breath cracked, fumbling with the pen that dropped to the floor, I turned my head to Daxton, noticing the way he pressed a finger to his temple and
