Chapter 20: The Girl Who Got Selected
The door clicked shut behind her, and still, I didn’t move.
I stared at the screen for a while, not seeing anything. My fingers hovered over the keyboard but didn’t type.
Every part of me was buzzing like a live wire. I hated that. I hated that she had that effect. I hated that she walked into my building, my office, and made the air feel too sharp to breathe.
What kind of game was she playing?
She’d acted like she didn’t know me. Like she was just another good person. But I knew better. I’d seen her in that hallway. I’d watched her glare like I was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. And now she wanted to be my assistant? pathetic.
Bullshit.
This wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. It reeked of manipulation. Like she’d waited for the perfect opportunity to claw her way into my space.
I leaned back in my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose.
God, what if she was really just that good at pretending?
No. I wasn’t going to give her the benefit of that doubt. Not after the way she’d looked at me—challenging, like she could read me.
She didn’t get to do that. Not here. Not in my world.