I watched her discuss with her clients, her spine straight and not a single strand of hair out of place.
I unmuted the sound and her voice floated into my headphones.
“You failed to understand what needs to be done. I’m sure you must understand why I’m firing you,” she said.
Her assistant, David, nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
“Firing you will leave a stain on your certification. So I’ll give you the grace to turn in your resignation letter within three days,” Bianca said.
David nodded. “I understand.”
He stood up and walked out of her office. She turned back to her laptop and continued working like nothing had happened.
I didn’t care why she fired him. My eyes trailed her jawline and long lashes as I zoomed in on her. Watching her work, eat, sleep, or do anything at all was my favorite obses
