"Mr. Sterling, it's time for the meeting," the tall-legged secretary said as she knocked on the door and walked in.
"Alright," Damien Sterling responded, getting up from his seat and pulling Emma Hart along towards the door.
"Wait, wait! Am I going in too?" Emma Hart was both surprised and confused.
A meeting! She would be completely out of place, like a decorative vase, totally clueless and embarrassed.
"Of course, you are my personal assistant. Don't forget what the contract says—you're not allowed out of my sight without my permission," Damien Sterling said with a smile, striding forward with Emma Hart in tow.
Poor short-legged Emma Hart had to run to keep up with his long strides.
The tall-legged secretary watched their retreating backs, filled with immense envy and jealousy. When would she find a man who wanted her by his side all the time?
In the conference room:
