Sandy’s POV
I walked into the usual bespoke store that made Anthony’s favorite suits. Two weeks had gone by, and he was better than before which I was glad for because most of the work, I had to take care of was due to me forcing him to stay away from working. It made me understand just how hard he was working and me being his assistant did not truly understand it until these past two weeks. Today, I needed to pick up some new suits he would be wearing to resume work on Monday.
When I got to the front desk, I smiled at the woman behind it.
“Hi, Fiona,” I said to the woman, and she smiled back, widely.
“Hey, Sandy. Came to pick up Mr. Hogan’s suits?” She asked and started typing on her computer. “It’s ready. I’ll go get it from the back.”
I smiled with a nod as she walked away from her
