Daria
“Daria,” Melissa, my COO, stepped in without knocking. “We need to talk.”
I was sitting behind my desk, staring at the endless stream of unread emails on my screen when her voice cut in.
I didn’t look up. “If it’s about the contract with the Iverson Enterprises, just email me"
“It’s about you.”
I finally raised my eyes, c*****g a brow. “Excuse me?”
“You’re running yourself into the ground, D, and I'm not letting you continue this way. You need a personal assistant.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“You do. And it doesn't matter whether you agree or not, because I’ve already hired him. He starts today.”
I slammed my laptop shut. “Melissa–”
She opened the door wider, cutting me off. “Nate, come in.”
A man stepped inside. He was tall, tall enough to dwarf my 5'10 height that mad
