A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

we change it.”

He took my hands, his thumbs brushing my knuckles.

“Do you want to keep working here?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “But not as your assistant. Not if we’re together. I need my own domain. Something that’s mine.”

“Mrs. Dawson is thinking about retiring,” he said slowly. “I need someone to manage the property, lead the house staff. Higher pay.continue reading …