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

are considering a union. Mr. Vincent is already engaged to the Turner heiress, leaving

Kristin followed the secretary and Hertha into the elevator, she overheard

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

assistant, not a

she felt a pang

Kristin’s arm happily. “We’re such good friends. You’ll keep an eye on Rhett for me, right? If any little bitch tries to snatch him away from me, you’ll have to help

her head down,

Mrs. FitzGerald, the lady boss of the FitzGerald Group,” the secretary whispered, pulling Kristin aside. “Don’t

tightened nervously, and she

marry Hertha after

was beautiful, pure, and free from artificial scents, a

skipped breakfast this morning and I’m feeling a bit

and Rhett would be arriving soon. As his assistant, she

clock was ticking.

“If Rhett has to get it for me, he’ll lecture me again. He’ll be

looked at Hertha and nodded.

hurried toward the elevator, checking the time as she went to get Hertha’s

Hertha glanced at her wristwatch.

hated procrastination more than anything. He valued punctuality

8:30 sharp, Rhett entered the

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chalisname to the

spetegetically. Im sorry Me Maywood,

darkened slightly. Frisin’s move was a May

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

from Rhett’s ‘scalding,

wasn’t truly chading her. He had reinforced that she was his assistant alone,

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Kristin, he frowned. “Mr. FitzGerald, where’s Kristin? There’s a meeting at 8:40, Where’s the material she

in, frantically searching for

running off at

Shall I help

struck 8:40, and Kristin was

“Why aren’t you resting at

up, sauntered to Rhett, and cooed, ‘Rhett, I’ve missed you.”

back, maintaining a distance. “Let York drive you home.”

turned to his secretary. “Call Kristin. Where the heck

Rhett was not

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