Chapter 14

By the time I get the mail, I'm tweaking the slides. I was so engrossed in preparing the slides it took 5 rings to pick up the phone.

'Raphael Sinclair's office. How may I help you?'

It is one of his more high-maintenance clients, who couldn't—or didn't want to—grasp the fact that he was currently in a meeting. By the time I wrapped up the phone call, all but signing away my firstborn on the promise that yes, he would call her back as soon as possible, I'm more than exhausted. I'm definitely underpaid for this job. It will serve him right if I send her a call through.

At this rate, I would be fielding calls from his conquests in the near future. Though thinking about it, there was never such a call since I started.

Note to self-indulge in office gossip related to Raphael Sinclair.

I worked through the lunch finally wrapping up the presentation slides with an image of Butler bowing to his lord in the end. I will delete it before the actu