She shows me the kitchen, the library, the filing room, and the conference room.
“Well, this is your office,” she says, stopping outside a door at the end of the hallway. “You know where my desk is if you need anything. Just think of me as your very own Donna.”
I don’t know who that is, and the look I give her must say it all.
“Donna? Harvey Spector’s PA. FromSuits? Please tell me you’ve watched it?”
I shake my head slowly. “Sorry.”
“Right, girls' night. My house.Suitsand the god that is Gabriel Macht. Even though Patrick Adams is pretty hot too. The way he has a photographic memory… whew, hot.”
I love the energy Aimee gives off. There’s something about her that makes me think we’ll end up being good friends.
“I’ll have a look.” I chuckle. What will most likely happen is I’ll check it out, add it to my ‘to be watched’ pile, and then never watch it.
I turn the knob, opening the door to my new office. It’s okay for what it is—clean and modern with a view of downtown. It could be worse, but it feels stuffy as hell when I walk through. I can put my own spin on it, eventually, I guess.
“Frank should be done now if you want me to take you to him?” Aimee asks from the doorway.
“That would be great. Thank you,” I reply over my shoulder.
Leaving my office, I close the door behind me and fall into step with Aimee as she walks back the way we came. It's surreal being here—the halls and doors all look the same, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to get lost at some point in the next couple of weeks until I get my bearings.
Yay.
Aimee comes to a stop, smiling broadly. “This is Frank’s office. He’s assigned our best lawyer for you to work under.” Her smile grows wider as she gushes, “He’s so lovely, but watch out… he’s a complete prankster.”
“I don’t know if that’s worse than the shark or the douchebag,” I groan, looking toward the ceiling.
“You’ll like this guy. He’s really down to earth, loves to joke around, and is pretty easy on the eyes too.” She winks before leaving, her heels muffled on the carpet as she goes.
I’m not here to find love, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have something nice to look at.
Taking a deep breath, I face the door and knock, taking the first steps to the rest of my life.
Chapter Four
THEO
Irun my hands through my hair for what feels like the hundredth time today and then brace my hands against the floor-to-ceiling windows, hanging my head.
You can do this, Theo. You’ve got this. Working with someone isn’t going to kill you. You’re just going to have to play nice and try not to show how crazy you actually are.
A knock at the door interrupts me, and I turn around, calling out, “Yeah?”
Aimee bursts in, grinning. She’s always felt like my mirror, just in heels. We’ve been inseparable since the day we pulled our first prank together.
“Sup, short stack?” I ask, walking to my desk and sitting down.
Aimee takes the seat opposite me and crosses one leg over the other, her skirt inching higher up her leg. I don’t pay it any attention, though, since she’s like a little sister to me.
“Now, Theo, I say this with love…”
“Aw, man. You’re gonna ruin my fun, aren’t you?” I whine with a pout on my face. Aimee only ever puts her foot down like this for one of two reasons—she wants to sleep with them, or she’s got a good vibe for them as a person. “Why do you have to like everyone?” I complain. “Are you sure they’re nice?” I give her my best puppy dog eyes and clasp my hands together.
“I think she’s gonna do really well here so no pranks, Theo. I won’t help you this time,” she says, pointing her finger at me.
“Fine,” I huff. “Doesn’t mean I won’t do it anyway just to fuck with them.” I give her a shit-eating grin before adding, “Wait, did you sayshe?”
