Money.

That was all you’d seen growing up. Snobby little rich kids flaunting their expensive watches and clothes like they owned the block. One trip? It was all ruined. Anything their parents ever spent was usually thrown in the trash.

Your parents had taught you better. To be honest and never take more than you could give.

That was how you landed your dream job. A high, fancy looking one at that. The building was an.. okay beige, nothing special. But what concerned you the most was the overly expensive door handles. It felt like you were touching a millionaires toy.

Simon never saw it that way, though. Fucker could probably afford whatever he wanted. He was the CEO of the company. And, unfortunately, he was actively searching for a secretary.

The last one.. magically disappeared.

He firmly caught your shoulder before you bumped into him, stepping back as soon as you practically yanked yourself out of his grip.

“Woah, relax.” He carefully raised his hands up. “I merely wanted to see if you were alright. Your mind seems elsewhere.”