~Hermes~

Paul’s voice cuts into my concentration.

"Mr. Grande, this is Miss Miller Vanessa. She’ll be serving as your secretary from today."

I drag my gaze up from the document. A girl stands there — tall enough, sleek, her hands clasped like she’s at a job interview. Pretty, I guess, with big green eyes, and her lips is pressed in a polite smile.

I wait for the usual flicker, the itch, the pull in my gut that happens whenever a new skirt walks in, but It doesn’t come. Nothing, ...