I’m starting to believe that I have been put here for a purpose. This is a test – of my willpower and reserve and my deep-seated commitment to my own values.
I steel myself.
I can do this.
I smile. “Thank you, Chris. I take it that I’ll start tomorrow.”
“Seeing as I’m left in a lurch without a PA, I’d rather you start right now. But tomorrow will be fine.”
We both get up together, pushing back our respective chairs. He hands me back my portfolio, and I take it.
“Sully in HR,” he says.
“Right.” I take a step backwards and almost stumble. “So I’ll see you tomorrow, Chris.”
I’m never going to get used to saying that name as long as I live, I swear.
“Tomorrow then.” He regards me with that unsettling stare of his.
I scuttle out of the room before I can embarrass myself further. Oh, this is a mistake. A major mistake, taking this job.
What have I gotten myself into?