Matteo’s POV
The office clock struck nine sharp, and like every damn morning, I expected my assistant to already be in her seat, files sorted, coffee on standby, and attitude slightly under control.
I scanned the floor through the glass wall of my office, watching employees move like ants in a perfectly timed rhythm, all except one.
Sarah Hart’s desk was empty, and that alone was enough to make the vein in my temple twitch and my jaw tighten with pure, simmering annoyance.
For someone so eager to prove she could handle this job, she sure had a twisted way of showing it.
I leaned back in my chair, pinched the bridge of my nose, and reminded myself for the hundredth time that I didn’t hire her out of pity or personal interest.
I hired her because she was efficient, sharp when she wante
