I leaned back in the ridiculously expensive chair, feeling extremely weary of my boss’s displeasure. I hadn't wanted to be a PA. But damn it, I was a Knowles . And I would not let a gorgeous, rude, demanding CEO think I was incompetent. Not even for an hour.
I opened the first file, and my fingers flew across the keyboard, already drafting a cross-referencing spreadsheet. I was going to edit, arrange, and perfect those files. And then, I was going to find out how a girl fresh out of grad school, applying for an internship, ended up replacing a CEO's PA on the floor of a fifty-billion-dollar company.
The drama had begun.
My head throbbed. Seven hours. Seven hours I had spent hunched over a desk. My fingers were cramped, my eyes gritty from staring at legal jargon, and my brain felt like
