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“Mr Bradford, the charity event starts in twenty minutes,” my new assistant, Brandon Lee said as he read out the rest of my itinerary for the day. After the interviews, he was the one that Bryson and I thought was the best fit for the personal assistant role. He was young, a first-class graduate had prior experience as a personal assistant, and knew how to do his job correctly.
Still, my mind always thought about her.
Even after a month, Sarah Lane and her blatant rejection of my very generous offer to be my wife still invaded my thoughts. She wasn’t like most women in my world, that much was certain. She wasn't driven by wealth, fame, or fortune. She was one of the few people who ever stood up to me and won. She was firm in her beliefs and her notions about what she thou
