eyes narrowing as he st

ming?' he

was the spitting image of his

d straight out of his memo

n in front of him was dressed entirely in white, wherea

a dream. A tric

was somehow still alive, only to wake up and face the harsh reali

ng deeply, waiting for this surreal mom

was still there, very real, and

cation of being your new secretary, Amy May," she introduced herself, her voice firm yet po

snapping out

e found her file. His hands trembled slightly as he opened

was uncanny, a

under his breath, unable to c

ir scraping against the floor

e asked, his voice

ring a polite sm

ntinued to sc

o wrap his mind aro

s complete stranger, look

ying to find a rat

But no, he was certain she didn't.

locked onto her as if she might v

ing increasingly uncomfortabl

lright?" she as

e-his power, his success-but nothing had

looking at her

s desk, desperately seeking some detail t

re was

erent person, and yet, every fiber

est, a mixture of grief and

s neck, trying to ground himself

to sound like a

er features. "Yes, I am, Sir," she replied, he

happeni

m?" Zak had to ask

d smoothly. "It's al

gh his expressio

ck at her file, flipping through the pages absentmindedly.

slightly, but she

ry needed to be so detailed for a job,

straightforwardness that made it clear she

, leaning back in his chair as he

gh searching for something

ht of his stare, unsure of why he s

whatever discomfort he was feeling. "My mother is s

locked on her, scrutinizing every detail of

e corner of his lips, but

er,' he thoug

t the a

lausible explanation for

front of him couldn't

y she spoke, the way she ca

ry, often speaking her mind

sed and formal, her attitud

a mirror image that will definitely haunt him

chance of having his wife's carbon

, forcing himself to l

aining some of its usual authority.

e long for the