Ethan entered after Dante had left for a meeting. He greeted her with a clipboard and a thin smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Mrs. Montgomery," he said, crisp and professional. "Your responsibilities begin here."
He gestured toward the desk tucked in the glass cubicle inside Dante's office—the one that still felt more like a cage than a workspace.
"You'll be handling Mr. Montgomery's schedule, filtering calls, organizing correspondence, and ensuring all documents are properly signed, filed, and digitized. He likes order. Perfect order."
Anastasia didn't bother replying. Her eyes trailed over the endless stacks of paper already waiting on the sleek glass surface—folders, reports, files, contracts. The kind of administrative chaos only the devil himself could assign on someone's first day.
Ethan gave a polite nod and exited, shutting the door behind him.
Alone again, Anastasia eyed the tower of paperwork. Her stomach let out a low, traitorous growl.
