Caspian
I sat in the conference room, engaged in a crucial meeting with a potential client. My focus was on the discussion, and I didn't appreciate the interruption when Clara, my new secretary, entered the room. I still can't get over the fact that she will be my secretary.
My gaze narrowed, and I glared at her, my expression a mix of annoyance and frustration. I had made it clear to Marcel that I didn't want Clara as my secretary, but he had begged me to keep her on, citing his desire to ask her out and his fondness for her as a friend.
Clara, seemingly oblivious to my displeasure, walked into the meeting room and approached me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my tone curt, aware that she had just burst into an important meeting.
Clara apologized, her voice hesitant. "I'm sorry,
