Chapter 115

Kristin exited the subway station and hurried into the FitzGerald Group’s high–rise. As Rhett’s assistant, it was her job to beat the morning rush and be at her desk before Rhett arrived.

“Kristin! What a coincidence! Fancy seeing you here,” Hertha called out excitedly from the company’s lounge area.

She was looking stunning. Her long, smooth hair was natural, cascading over her shoulders. Her flawless skin was in a touch of nude makeup, and she wore a crisp white sundress that made her smile shine as brightly as a lily in full bloom.

Kristin paused, caught off guard. Hertha…

Suddenly, she remembered James mentioning a complicated past between Hertha and Rhett.

Kristin felt a lump in her throat and her fingers involuntarily balled up. “Ms. Haywood…” she managed to squeak out.

“Are you working for the FitzGerald Group?” Hertha asked in surprise.

Kristin nodded.

“Kris, you’re amazing! Getting into the FitzGerald Group isn’t easy. It’s usually Ivy League graduates or the like. Which college did you attend?” Hertha looked at Kristin with admiration.

Kristin took a deep breath, glancing back at the other employees who were whispering.

It was time for work, and the lobby was bustling.

Hertha’s innocence made it hard to think she had any ulterior motives, but Kristin had long since stopped taking people at face value.

Beneath a guise of naivety, one couldn’t always expect to find a kind heart.

“What brings you here, Ms. Haywood?” Kristin asked politely.

“I’m waiting for Rhett,” Hertha beamed, grasping Kristin’s hand. “Since you work here, have you seen him? He’s as handsome as the guy I told you about.” Hertha leaned in and quietly confessed, “He’s the guy I’m into.”

Kristin stiffened but said nothing.

“Ms. Haywood, what are you doing standing around? Please come in,” Rhett’s secretary

appeared, chastising the receptionist. “In the future, Ms. Haywood should not have to wait. Mr. FitzGerald has made it clear she can come and go as she pleases.”

Rhett had granted Hertha special privileges.

“Kristin, what are you standing there for? Take care of Ms. Haywood,” the secretary reprimanded, implying Kristin lacked initiative as an assistant.

Caught off guard, Kristin quickly stepped forward. “Ms. Haywood, right this way, please.”

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visits. Several times, Mr. FitzGerald has even personally escorted her.

Vincent is already engaged to the Turner heiress,

and Hertha into the elevator, she

this is Mr. FitzGerald’s assistant. If you need anything, she’ll handle it,” the secretary said

Rhett’s assistant, not a servant

she felt a pang of

an eye on Rhett for me, right? If any little bitch tries to snatch him away from me, you’ll have to help me out.”

remained silent, her head

She might become Mrs. FitzGerald, the lady boss of the FitzGerald Group,” the secretary whispered, pulling Kristin aside. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

nervously, and she remained speechless.

after their

free from artificial scents, a type Rhett

“I skipped breakfast this morning and I’m

refuse. It was nearly time to start work, and Rhett would be arriving soon. As his

clock was ticking.

lecture me again. He’ll be upset if he finds out I didn’t eat

looked at Hertha and nodded. “Okay.”

time as she

Hertha glanced at

hated procrastination more than anything. He valued punctuality highly.

Rhett entered

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the

and boud spetegetically. Im sorry

expression darkened slightly. Frisin’s move was a May

stem as he stood and took the documents from Kristin. “You’re my assistant. You take ardere from me. What’s with the running around7 Fome with me

‘scalding, though she

her. He had reinforced that she was his assistant alone, not beholden to anyone

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but not Kristin, he frowned. “Mr. FitzGerald, where’s Kristin? There’s a meeting at 8:40, Where’s the

in, frantically searching for

assistant had no sense of responsibility, running off at a time like

is there something important? Shall I help you find it?” Hertha asked with innocence.

8:40, and Kristin was nowhere to be seen.

aren’t you resting at home? What brings you

up, sauntered to Rhett, and cooed, ‘Rhett,

stepped back, maintaining a distance. “Let York drive you

to his secretary. “Call

was clear Rhett was not pleased.

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