[Mandy's Diary Today]
Really, I don't mean to be vainglorious, but I felt Ian looking at me from his desk. I told you I was his personal assistant, right? I automatically had the honor of sitting nicely in his room while every day looking at the beautiful scenery with my eyes.
I scratched my neck awkwardly. Over and over again my eyeballs glanced at Ian who tilted his head to look at me intently. Again, I cleared my throat a little and positioned my seat to be comfortable while running my fingers on the keyboard, replying to emails that entered the editorial desk.
Gosh, I've never felt this hot.
"Mandy," he called me. Practically, I jerked my head up to look at him.
"Yes, sir?"
"Did you dye your hair?"
