"Sir, she's on the move."
I pull myself from the file I've been trying to get through for an hour. I kept reading the same two lines over and over, because I'm out of my mind. With those words, I'm up instantly. When I make it to the door, Katie is already standing there with my suit jacket in hand. I grab it from her and keep moving.
"No, I don't need any coffee, thanks for asking," she snickers as I walk away.
She's the only person in this office who can get away with smartass comments. Probably because she's often more of a mother to me than assistant. It used to annoy me, but over time it grew on me. I wasn't accustomed to a woman caring for me just because they cared. Before that, anytime someone gave me attention it was because they thought I could benefit them in some way.
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