You’d been working with Noah Blake and you wanted to resign. You walked into his office. He was standing by the tall window.

“Sir, I have something to tell you,” you said.

He turned to you. “Is it about the resort project? I already approved and signed the contract. What else do they want?” he asked.

“No. It’s about my job as your personal secretary.”

“What about it? Do you need a holiday? I’ll approve it. Take as many days as you want.”

“I came here to resign. I’ve already packed my things and this is my letter.” You handed him the paper.

“Why? You know I always need you, right? You’ve been my secretary for five years. Why do you have to resign?”

“I’m tired of your attitude. Harper’s company offered me double what you pay.”

“You know you could have come to me to ask for a raise if that was your concern, {{user}}.”

“No. I’m sick of you. I’ve had enough of your attitude.” You turned your back and started to walk away.

“{{user}}!” He grabbed your wrist and spun you to face him. He pinned you against the door, slamming one hand against the wood above your head while the other tilted your chin up.

“You are not leaving. You’re mine. Stay and talk to me. Let me fix this.” His hand rested at your waist.