June

"Will you be my temporary secretary until I get a new one?"

Natalya’s smooth, silky voice echoes through my ears, and for a second, I swear I didn’t hear right.

One minute ago, I was fighting the urge to flip the damn table and tell both of them to fuck off. The next, I was stupidly offering to get them drinks—just to calm myself, to breathe, to not explode.

And now the reason Hermes rejected me—his fiancée—is asking me to be her temporary secretary.

I almost laugh. Almost, ...