Author's POV:

Leslie was beautiful. She had blond hair that was cut into a bob. Although she stood behind a desk, Mia could tell that she was more than that. She wasn't the receptionist because that was the only position she could fill.

She was the receptionist because she was William's eyes.

“That aside, I hope you're here to stay. William will finally be able to let me go. My ears have bled from hearing him talk about you. All good things of course.” Leslie said.

Mia smiled ...