“I’m not interested in that either.” I snap. “What happened to you, Trinity?”
She looks taken aback. “What happened to me?” she asks back, pointing her finger to herself. “Nothing bad happened to me, Mr. Hughes. If you don’t want me as your temporary assistant, by all means, please, just ask the HR for my replacement,” she adds sternly.
“That’s not what I mean.” Why is she acting like she doesn’t know me? “Stop calling me Mr. Hughes. You’re my best friend for God’s sake—”
“Were,” she cuts me off. “Ex-best friend, Mr. Hughes. You are my boss now, so only it’s proper to address you as—”
“I am your boss, so do as I say,” I tell her in an authoritative tone.
“Sure.” She looks down at the empty chair in front of my desk.
She places back down the file she took a while ago and smoothens her
