Theodore smiled as Zeenia stalked down the hallway and banged the door to her room behind her.
That was the first time in six long months that she had shown him anything but a steely composure. At last, Theodore thought when he sat back in his chair, that Zeenia had plenty of fire beneath the ice. He had heard exactly what the Chinese aide had called her. He had watched her fight to remain calm and contained. He knew that she believed she had lost her job.
He grinned as he spun his chair around to look out over the vast skyline of Vegas.
He still remembered the first time she had walked into the interview for the position of his assistant, in front of the entire board, his attraction had been immediate and absolute. The way she had answered their questions in that clear, calm voice, had
