Jace
“Sir,” Mina called, trying to get my attention.
But I couldn’t stop staring at Celeste. She was sitting at the desk outside my office, working on something on her laptop. How could I get rid of her? How could I make her leave?
“Sir,” Mina called again.
“Yes,” I finally replied, tearing my eyes away to look at her. “What is it?”
“Sir, about the new girl...” Mina paused, glancing at Celeste through the glass. “What exactly is her position?”
“She’s nobody,” I said coldly. “Just treat her like she doesn’t exist.”
“But you said she’s your personal assistant,” Mina said carefully.
“Did I formally introduce her as one to you?” I snapped. “Do your work, Mina, and stop questioning me.”
“Sir, I just thought—”
“Shut up.” I slammed my fist on the desk. “Enough.”
“Okay, sir.” She looked
