When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 99

Lisa sure wouldn’t have guessed that Kristin and Rhett were living together, and she’d bet her bottom dollar she had no clue that Rhett had spilled the beans about his habits and no–nos to

Kristin.

Lisa told Kristin was half–true, half–fake. Even York wasn’t in the loop on some of it.

Even if things hit the fan, the worst that could happen to Kristin would be getting the stink eye and the boot from Rhett. It wouldn’t come back to bite her.

The coffee thing was legit. Rhett was a sucker for a straight cup of coffee in the morning.

Prepping sugar was a habit picked up from previous assistants, but peanut candy was a no–go due to Rhett’s peanut allergy.

As for Rhett hating body odor on assistants, that was the real McCoy because Rhett was a bit of a clean freak, but he hated the smell of perfume on women even more.

Kristin was all ears, nodding earnestly. “Got it. I’ll be on my toes.”

“Alright, the training folks will show you the ropes later. Hit the books hard, and you’re on duty come Wednesday,” Lisa said, glancing at the clock and gesturing for Kristin to head out.

Kristin stood up, left the office, and kept the recording safe.

It was always good to have an ace up your sleeve.

Taking a deep breath, Kristin followed the trainer to their office.

The FitzGerald Group wasn’t as easy–peasy as she thought. Nicola and Vincent must have been up to some sneaky stuff over the years.

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Smart as a whip, Rhett wasn’t one for sweating the small stuff, and his style wasn’t exactly cozying up to the rank and file, which usually meant suffering some losses.

Kristin mulled it over, propping her head up, thinking that the HR manager’s role was critical. With the company’s blood getting fresh faces fast, if the HR manager swapped out seemingly unimportant but crucial positions with Nicola and Vincent’s people, it would cause Rhett

trouble.

Kristin had been studying business management at Silvergrove University, and even though she had to drop out in her sophomore year, she was the top dog from Silvergrove City who got into Silvergrove University.

office that Lisa pulled up her file to take

look.

buzzed HR. “Come

high school diploma, being Mr. FitzGerald’s assistant? What a joket What was going on in

See what’s up with him. He sticks a high school graduate in here with us? Is he looking to make The FitzGerald Group the laughingstock? Lisa was scheming to kick Kristin out swiftly.

Group, one would at least need a degree from a prestigious university

in the door,

diploma and a checkered past, complete with

if the rest of the company got wind of this, and she would freak out

and the one with the least clout was always the

looked to see if Kristin could

barged in, shocked. “An assistant. with a high

guts? Got a death

just a diploma. She’s got a rap sheet, too,” Lisa knew the HR folks were the grapevine, and she was spreading

assistant, which

she? Kick her out. What’s she still doing here?

pick. Go ask him,” Lisa played it

had been with The FitzGerald Group for twenty years, a veteran in the HR Department for over a decade, and she didn’t get to her

up her phone with messages, urging her to make Kristin walk the plank from The FitzGerald Group

office, taking notes on

on the job. Since it’s for Mr. FitzGerald, we’re playing it safe. Give it your all,” the

nodded; she wasn’t

almost photographic memory, even after five years behind bars and multiple CT treatments, learning was still

being an assistant was

leading her astray on purpose, aiming to

this sudden target on

wanted her out on

wouldn’t be a cakewalk if she wanted

deliberately mentioned some habits and taboos. probably to remind her not to get played.

Kristin would face challenges in the company. Nevertheless, he allowed her

watching, sizing her up as

with the likes of Lisa. She needed to do something to