I pulled it out, keyed it in, and found my calendar was already up and running.
“I’ve also included a snapshot of each person, so you’ll recognize them when they arrive. I find it easier to put names with faces that way.”
And why wasn’tsheapplying to be my assistant?
“If you want to work through lunch, I can place an order, have food delivered. I just need an idea of what you’d like.”
At the moment, food was the farthest thing from my mind.
“I’ll check in with you an hour before,” she suggested with a grin.
I nodded. “That’ll be good.”
“Oh, and there’s a list of interview questions in your inbox. One of Mr. O’Rourke’s assistants sent it over. Said it might be helpful.”
I found the email, clicked on the attachment. She was right. There was a list of interview questions that seemed to be hand-picked for learning the best qualifications of a personal assistant.
“You do have a meeting at four with the finance manager. He wanted to introduce himself, so I gave him a half-hour. If I need to move it, I can.”
“No, that works.”
I figured as long as I was busy, I wouldn’t have time for my nerves to get the best of me.
At least, I hoped.
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Knox
“TMZ has you as one of thetop stories of the day.”
I looked up at Blake Barnes, the man I paid a ridiculous amount of money to keep me apprised of … well, of everything that pertains to me. I wouldn’t quite qualify him as an analyst so much as a stalker. It was his job to find mentions of my name and track it, whether in the news or on social media.
“You know I don’t care about TMZ,” I grumbled, turning my attention back to my computer.
“They’re requesting a comment.”
I sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to give up. “On?”
“Your … relationship with your stepsister.” He turned his iPad around so I could see the screen.
While he flipped, I studied the images. There were three; each had caught me with Emily and Kieran. One was when we were coming out of her apartment building, her arm linked with Kieran’s. Another was when she was walking into the Monolith with Kieran. And the third was when we’d returned on Kieran’s private jet a week ago. Looked as though they’d been tracking us for a while.
What I found amusing was the fact that Kieran was in all three of those pictures, yet they weren’t seeking comment on that?
“They also want to know if things are serious between you and… um…”
“Emily,” I supplied. “Her name is Emily.”
“Right. Your stepsister, Emily.”
I exhaled heavily, partially closing the lid on my laptop. “She’s no longer my stepsister.”
Granted, Blake was one of the few people who knew that. Not even Emily seemed aware that her father and my mother had divorced. I, however, had been doing some digging since my mother’s last phone call. One might say I was stockpiling ammunition, preparing for her assault. No doubt it would come, but I had every intention of heading it off at the pass as quickly as possible.
Blake nodded, his expression guarded. “What should I tell them?”
I peered up at him. “What do you think?”
