Emma resisted the urge to sigh. Not only was she going to be working across town from Mr. Ashby but now she would be working with someone who probably chewed up and spat out assistants with alarming regularity. Again, this was not an irregular occurrence for Emma. Temping often meant being given the shittiest jobs. She just had to keep her eye on the prize.

“And I’m sure I don’t have to remind you that we have a non-fraternisation policy at Ashby Chocolates.”

Great. Emma ...