I slammed the mug down on my office desk, coffee sloshing over the rim. The taste was off today—too bitter, too burnt—but honestly, I didn’t care.
Seriously?
Did I just agree to Maurice Miranda being my personal secretary? Personal secretary. Not finance officer. Not assistant manager. No. Secretary. Right outside my office. Every damn day.
“Dude… what the hell did I just do?”
My fingers ran through my hair for the hundredth time since I walked into MCC this morning. My desk was a mess. Papers scattered. Laptop barely turned on. And I was still wearing yesterday’s shirt underneath the coat I grabbed on the way out this morning.
This wasn’t me.
I’m the damn CEO of Megabuild Construction Company. I don’t do messy. I don’t do emotional decisions. I don’t let someone—anyone—twist my offe
