Scarlett POV
Day one at Borisen, and my plate stayed empty.
At quitting time, I was ready to clock out clean.
The internal line rang.
Parker wanted me in his office.
I expected an assignment.
Instead: “How’s the first day? Settling in?”
“Appreciate the check-in. Feels good. I’m adapting fine.”
Truth. A bigger paycheck, a cleaner environment than the last two places. I was settling.
“Get ready. You’re coming with me to a dinner.”
He rarely brought a plus-one.
An assistant could fill the seat, and he clearly thought I could handle the room.
“Yes, Mr. Parker.”
Money was already in the account.
Overtime didn’t scare me.
I scanned the briefing he sent—event type, guest list.
My ex’s name sat right there in black and white.
Then I remembered the paycheck.
First-day disobe
