“Are you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “You seem to be spending an awful lot of time out of the office for some reason. I know you’re not out running errands for me either.”
Grayson was in his office, talking on the phone. He didn’t look up as I followed Anthym to an empty executive meeting room.
“Who is she?” Anthym demanded when we were alone.
“Who?” I asked, eyes wide.
“The woman he’s seeing.”
Minnie’s tits. Did she know? She couldn’t know, right?
I started to sweat.
“You have to have seen something,” Anthym insisted, pacing in front of me.
“You need to spy on them, Lexi,” she ordered. “Grayson hasn’t had his head in the game lately. This could cost peopletheir jobs if this woman is too much of a distraction. We need to find out who she is. You need to find a way to be there when that woman is there. You’re friends with all the help, aren’t you?” There was a sneer on her mouth.
“We trade recipes,” I said weakly.
“Good. Ask them for intel. This woman is no good for Grayson. We need to get rid of her.”
Allowing myself only a quick glance at Grayson’s office, I scurried back to my desk.
“She’s on to me,” I whisper-shrieked at McKenna after making sure Anthym wasn’t eavesdropping.
My friend dragged me to the women’s bathroom, where I proceeded to freak out in front of the mirror.
“She’s going to know, and then I’m going to get fired. Everyone’s going to know that I’m the assistant that sleeps with her boss. Grayson’s going to fire me and then never talk to me. I’ll be blacklisted around town. I’ll never get another job.”
“Okay, Negative Nancy,” McKenna said. “Let’s take two steps back. We manifest the reality we want to see. You don’t want a reality where your life in Manhattan falls apart. Here. I have some lavender oil.”
She dabbed it on a paper towel and wafted it in front of me. “Breathe in, breathe out. Anthym is never going to suspect you.”
“She does.”
“No, she doesn’t. Anthym is shallow and thinks men like Grayson only go for the breast-implant supermodel types. She sees you as beneath him and her and pretty much everyone in the office. You’re going to be the last one on her list.”
“Gee, that makes me feel better.”
McKenna shrugged. “I think you’re awesome.”
“Thanks,” I said dully.
“Maybe you can hire an actress and take a few blurry photos of her in Grayson’s penthouse,” McKenna suggested. “That will throw her off the scent.”
“It’s not just that,” I said. “Grayson said I’m not the type of person who his mom would approve of.”
“The mom that won’t talk to him?” She raised an eyebrow. “Who cares what she thinks?”
“Grayson cares.”
“Mommy issues.” McKenna fake sneezed.
“You don’t understand; he’s very attached to her,” I cried.
“No offense, but he sounds unhinged,” McKenna said. “Are you sure you want to keep doing this with him?”
“Grayson is working on himself,” I told her stubbornly. “He’s going to visit his father in prison and get closure.”
