Chapter 19: Games We Play
A month had passed, and things had... shifted. But in my world, nothing really changed. The same routine, the same cold air around me. I still couldn’t quite get over the events at the party, but honestly? I had my own ways of dealing with things. Most of the time, I buried it. Work, meetings, the usual distractions. The day had started like any other. Endless back-to-back calls, the steady stream of emails needing attention, and urgent meetings scheduled that I’d half expected to push to the next day. But when you were the CEO of a company like mine, pushing things to tomorrow was a luxury that rarely existed.
I stood by the window in my office, watching the grey skyline burn under the weight of city smoke and morning light. Coffee steamed in my hand—blacxk, bitter, the way I liked it. The quiet inside my office was the only thing between me and chaos. My suit was already on, charcoal with a navy tie, pressed to military accuracy. A board meeting waited in two hours. Legal needed my approval on a partnership contract. And someone somewhere wanted to launch a new ad campaign without my signature.
In other words, it was business as usual.
A knock tapped against the door—three times, crisp. Only one person knocked like that.
"Come in," I said without turning.
"Got a minute?" Cameron’s voice, as usual, was sharp but polite.
I didn’t lift my head, still reading over the documents. "Go ahead."
"The assistant interviews," he said, his voice carrying a mix of formality and familiarity. "We’ve sent the letter out to all the candidates. They’ll be expecting to hear back."
I glanced up then, narrowing my eyes. "Candidates for what?"
"Personal assistant position," he replied, as though it was obvious. "We’ve got a decent pool, actually. Should make for a good selection."
A personal assistant. Of course. I’d almost forgotten that I’d tasked someone with finding people for the role. But now that he mentioned it, the thougght of interviewing candidates didn’t exactly thrill me.