"I can write. I'm a journalism major."
"See, unqualified," I said to Mace. "Unlike Bronwyn."
Bronwyn beamed. Penny snorted then covered her mouth, pretending it was a sneeze.
"You got me an assistant unannounced," Mace countered.
I glared at him. "Yes, because you are useless and incapable of multitasking. I am operating on a higher plane than you."
I turned to the redhead. "Do you have any experience at all being an assistant?"
"I was a camp counselor once," she offered.
"Typical Mace, you can't even find someone reputable."
"I know several girls who are very qualified assistants," Bronwyn said. "They'll be better than some temp."
"Would you please give us a list of names?" I asked.
"They need to be vetted," Mace said. "But Penny is here now. She can fetch your coffee and print things for you."
"I can get my own coffee."
"No, you can't," Hunter said. "You lost your license."
Fuck, that's right."A terrible inconvenience."
"Penny can be your chauffeur," Mace offered.
"No."
"I'm not driving you around," Hunter warned. "So either you're going to walk, or Penny can drive you."
"Do you know how to drive?" I asked her.
"Of course!" Penny said, glaring at me.
"Great. You can be Garrett's new chauffeur and assistant," Mace said.
"Why don't you show her around, Bronwyn?" Hunter said.
"No," I said. "Bronwyn, you have important work to do. Penny's not going to be here that long, just until I get my license back. She doesn't need a grand tour. I do not want or need an assistant."
"I have a conference call," Mace said, cutting and running.
Hunter followed him after setting a stapled stack of papers on the table. "She needs to sign the NDA."
Bronwyn left. Then it was me and Penny. She pulled out an orange pen with a sparkly bat topper and silently signed the NDA.
"So," she said. She wasn't wearing what the workers at Svensson PharmaTech usually wore. She was dressed more like a preschool teacher, in what I could only describe as a fall costume. The brooch of a purple witch on a broomstick drew the eye right to her chest. The blouse was tight over her tits.
I killed that thought. How was the girl from the train station in front of me? It was troublesome.
Penny tucked a red curl behind her ear. "All signed."
I stared at the sparkly orange ink.
"Do you need me to get you coffee?" Penny asked uncertainly. "Sorry, I thought I was just coming here to do account management, not be a personal assistant."
