Fiona POV
No, it couldn’t be. King Nolan just warned me sternly that our relationship is strictly professional. Not personal.
I calm down and open the message’s attached document and nearly gasp at the list of a hundred things to do as Nolan’s personal secretary. There are so many tasks on the list, including that he only drinks coffee ground from Black Ivory coffee beans, that he needs to put a few filters in his coffee maker, and that he needs to have his office cleaned up by five-thirty every morning, so he comes into a clean office.
I spend time looking over the list, arranging the tasks into three categories: daily, w****y, and monthly tasks.
By the time I’m done with my daily tasks, it’s dark outside and my stomach is growling from missing dinner. Gathering my things, I stretc
