KISAREL.
It had been an eventful day. But nothing prepared me for what Oceans had planned.
And for my sake, I genuinely hoped he was joking.
"I don't understand, Oceans." I turned to face him fully. "What do you mean it's mine?"
"The office decided it's best for the CEO's assistant to have her own space." He said it with a shrug, both hands in his pockets, like he was discussing a change in the meeting room booking system. "All bills handled by the company."
I stared at him.
"This has never been the norm." I shook my head slowly. "I've never heard of any PA at SSC being given—"
"It's new." He held my gaze. "Rules change."
"The board decided," I repeated, letting the words sit for a moment. "The board sat down and decided that my housing situation was a matter worth their collective
