I hate everything about Ares King.
Those words were like a mantra every day for the last three years with him. It was my own personal hell, trying my best not to lose my job, making sure I was in perfect sync with him.
Unlike his previous secretaries, who had some hidden agenda to gain his attention, I didn't have that, nor did I let the pressure of working with a cold-blooded boss make me give up.
My responsibility drove me, and that became my protective shield against him.
"Wake up, Catherine," I muttered to myself.
I'm treading dangerous waters, and I do not want to swim through it; I'd rather take a different route.
Being aroused by him was another level of stupidity.
I set the last paper on the table, releasing a stressed sigh. The meeting hasn't started yet, and I'm already exhausted.
This was just day one of being his wife and secretary. I already feel like throwing myself off the building.
