SARAH
I flip the pages of the printed report on my desk as my new personal assistant, Luke, reads out the rest of my tasks for today.
“…and lastly, there’s the charity gala by 8pm tonight. Red carpet starts at seven.”
I heave a tired sigh as I sink into my seat and take off my glasses. I place it in the case and scratch both eyes with my index fingers.
“You know I totally forgot about that.”
“Then I assume you haven’t informed Mr. Connor yet.” Luke adds, and I frown at him.
Aaron Connor is my husband. Yes. I never took his last name even after we married.
I don’t say anything, but he understands. Apparently, someone in the office had filled him in on everything that happened before he came, and why he was the first male assistant I was hiring in the six years of Wellspring Insu
