Chapter 98 Ninety-eight

• Millicent
• At the office, we fell into our professional roles seamlessly. I brought him coffee at ten, sat in on his eleven o'clock meeting, managed to reschedule his afternoon conflict without him even asking. We'd developed a rhythm that went beyond assistant and boss. I could read his moods, anticipate his needs, handle situations exactly how he would. It was like we shared a brain sometimes.
• "Ms. Adams," he called from his office around two. "I need the Morrison files."