ADRIEN'S POV
I have been good so far.
Seriously. I haven't acted strangely since the day I apologized to her, and have made it a point to conduct myself accordingly.
Professionally and Respectfully. No more... weirdness.
I have kept my distance and stuck to the damn title—"Miss Miller"—like my sanity depended on it which it apparently does.
I have refrained from looking at her longer than necessary and I have only spoken to her when it was work related.
I treated her exactly like what she is: my assistant. Nothing more. Nothing less.
It's been... manageable.
Even easier, considering I haven't needed her beyond basic tasks.
Although we still have that contract looming between us, but so far, there hasn't been a situation where I needed her to play the part again.
I was reviewing the last column of a financial report when the door finally opened.
Then she walks in.
Her heels click against the polished floor like a slow countdown. Her expression? Calm and neutral.
