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“Very funny. I have a job,” I retorted.
“If you work for Fox, then you can come with me. How is work going? Any better?” he inquired, shifting the conversation.
The truth was that my job hadn’t improved much. I was considering a change.
“I think I want to look for another job. Sadie said her company is hiring,” I admitted.
“Connect?” Oliver guessed.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“Then you would be working for me,” he revealed, surprising me.
“Excuse me?” I exclaimed, caught off guard.
“Because Connect is a subsidiary of Fox Asset,” he explained calmly.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I questioned, feeling a mix of emotions.
“Does it matter?” he deflected.
“I guess not. I wanted to get into PR, but not like this. My degree is being wasted,” I lamented.
“Consider working for me. Speaking of traveling, I have a trip scheduled the first week of August,” Oliver revealed, changing the subject.
“You’re leaving me for a few days?” I asked, feeling a pang of loneliness already.
“Four. I have several meetings in Vancouver,” he confirmed.
“I guess I’ll be lonely,” I admitted sadly.
After the past few days, I didn’t want to be separated from Oliver. I was miserable without him around and I now knew, so was he.
“Not if you work for me. You can be one of my assistants,” he suggested, trying to reassure me.
“Oliver, you have three. What the hell would I do?” I protested.
“I would find work for you to do. You could be my personal assistant,” he proposed.
“Does that include sex?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
“It could,” he admitted.
“Then I would be a high-paid prostitute,” I joked further.
He looked at me horrified, “Jesus Christ, don’t say that.”
“It’s true. You would be paying me to work, and if we had sex, then I would be a prostitute,” I reasoned, feeling a mix of amusement and discomfort.
“Then we won’t have sex until you’re off for the day,” he decided.
“You told me your assistants are always working, so we would never have sex,” I countered, teasing him playfully.
“The hell we wouldn’t. I would fire your ass,” Oliver retorted, his tone half-joking, half-serious.
“You would terminate me to get your rocks off?” I teased back, a smirk playing on my lips.
“Why don’t you just become my wife and then you can work for me for free,” he suggested, his tone suddenly more serious.
