I shook his hand, grateful he was w

I shook his hand, grateful he was willing to take the blame. “I’m Cora Branton.” This must be Jake’s brother, the Chief Financial Officer of Weston Enterprises. If it weren’t for their unique eyes, I would never have guessed them to be brothers.
Comprehension dawned on his face. “Oh, you’re Jake’s new EA.” I tried to draw my hand back, but he held on firmly. “Welcome, Cora! It’s a pleasure. If you are free today, I’d love to take you to lunch to celebrate your first day. And to apologize for almost flattening you, of course.”
He smiled charmingly and I made a mental note to watch myself around him. Troy Weston had lady-killer written all over him.
I heard something like a growl emerge from my boss, but when I glanced over, his expression was blank. I didn’t miss the irritation in his voice though. “Ms. Branton, you’ve already disrupted my morning with your tardiness and your shenanigans. If you would kindly step into my office, I would like to go over your duties as my new assistant.” He turned to Troy and said coldly, “She will be too busy today to have lunch with you. In fact, we’d probably have to lunch in for the rest of the week.”
He turned on his heels and walked into his office, the expectation I would follow him without delay hovering in the air.
I withdrew my hand from Troy’s clasp. For some reason, his grin had broadened after hearing his brother’s harsh words. It was probably some weird sibling dynamics, I thought. “Thanks for the offer. I better get to work.”
“See you later, Cora. Don’t let the big bad wolf scare you. He doesn’t bite…much,” he whispered with a gleeful look on his face before he sauntered down the hallway.
I grimaced and spun to face the door. Inhaling deeply, I straightened my clothes and marched in with my head held high.
I took a moment to study the front office– my future work area. The wooden desk was angled to face the door, but still allowed a modicum of privacy. On top of it were a new laptop and a tablet. An ergonomic chair was pushed against the desk, awaiting its new occupant. It looked like a comfortable and welcoming space. Its only downside was its proximity to a man who was coldly dismissive of those around him.
Jake Weston’s office door was wide open and I paused on the threshold. He stood looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, feet braced slightly apart and hands folded behind his back. In the sunlight his hair still looked midnight black, with no glints of brown or red. He looked hard and unapproachable, like a pillar of granite.
The view of Lake Michigan and the Chicago skyline behind him was breathtaking and if he weren’t there, I would stand for hours with my face pressed against the glass.
His office was modern and minimal. Most people had little mementos, which revealed something personal about them– photos, or souvenirs– but I couldn’t see anything that told me about my new boss as a person.
A computer and very little clutter sat on a gleaming black desk facing the door. His chair was a tall leather seat that looked like it could have been designed by NASA. On one side of the room sat a glass conference table with eight chairs surrounding it.
“Mr. Weston, I apolog–” I started to say as I stepped into the office.
He imperiously raised his hand to stop my apology. “I don’t want to hear excuses. I expect everyone to show up on time at Weston Enterprises. I will overlook it this once since Troy delayed you, but please don’t waste any more of my time.”
I bit back the blistering comeback on the tip of my tongue.
Breathe, Cora. Play the long game.
A light bulb went off. Trying to sound contrite, I said, “Of course, sir. I’m not used to the high standards of being an executive assistant for a CEO. Perhaps someone else may be better suited for the position? I’m sorry to be a disappointment, but I’ll go downstairs and have Stewart send up a more experienced replacement.” Inside, I was pumping my fist at my inspired remarks, but I kept my outward demeanor sober.
He turned around, pinning me under his gaze and I wondered if I had overplayed my hand. Instead of looking annoyed, he seemed almost amused by my suggestion. My impression was confirmed by the small curve playing at the corner of his lips.
His tone dry as desert sand, he said, “Oh, I don’t there’s any need. You’ll do fine. Have a seat.” He indicated one of the two chairs in front of his desk.
I almost groaned in frustration. I was so close to escape. Biding my time, I sat down in the soft-as-butter leather chair as instructed, wondering if this man ever used the word “please.”
His movements were spare and controlled as he sat down, his eyes assessing.
Nobody could deny that Jake Weston was a beautiful example of the male species, but it was his intense energy that captured my senses. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest as he continued to stare at me with eyes the color of the Aegean Sea.
I fought the sudden urge to fidget.

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I shook his hand, grateful he was willing to take the blame. “I’m Cora Branton.” This must be Jake’s brother, the Chief Financial Officer of Weston Enterprises. If it weren’t for their unique eyes, I would never have guessed them to be brothers.Comprehension dawned on his face. “Oh, you’re Jake’s new EA.” I tried to draw my hand back, but he held on firmly. “Welcome, Cora! It’s a pleasure. If you are free today, I’d love to take you to lunch to celebrate your first day. And to apologize for almost flattening you, of course.”He smiled charmingly and I made a mental note to watch myself around him. Troy Weston had lady-killer written all over him.I heard something like a growl emerge from my boss, but when I glanced over, his expression was blank. I didn’t miss the irritation in his voice though. “Ms. Branton, you’ve already disrupted my morning with your tardiness and your shenanigans. If you would kindly step into my office, I would like to go over your duties as my new assistant.” He turned to Troy and said coldly, “She will be too busy today to have lunch with you. In fact, we’d probably have to lunch in for the rest of the week.”He turned on his heels and walked into his office, the expectation I would follow him without delay hovering in the air.I withdrew my hand from Troy’s clasp. For some reason, his grin had broadened after hearing his brother’s harsh words. It was probably some weird sibling dynamics, I thought. “Thanks for the offer. I better get to work.”"Melihat Anda kemudian, Cora. Jangan biarkan the big bad serigala menakut-nakuti Anda. Ia tidak menggigit... banyak, "ia berbisik dengan gembira melihat wajahnya sebelum ia sauntered menyusuri lorong.Aku grimaced dan berputar untuk menghadapi pintu. Menghirup mendalam, saya meluruskan pakaian saya dan berjalan dengan kepala terangkat tinggi.Aku mengambil waktu untuk mempelajari kantor depan-daerah pekerjaan masa depan saya. Meja kayu miring untuk menghadapi pintu, tetapi masih diperbolehkan sedikit privasi. Di atasnya adalah laptop baru dan tablet. Kursi ergonomis mendorong terhadap Meja, menunggu penghuni yang baru. Itu tampak seperti ruang yang nyaman dan ramah. Yang satunya downside adalah kedekatannya dengan seorang pria yang dingin meremehkan orang-orang di sekelilingnya.Jake Weston kantor pintu itu terbuka lebar dan aku berhenti di ambang pintu. Ia berdiri melihat keluar dari jendela lantai ke langit-langit, menguatkan sedikit berantakan kaki dan tangan terlipat di belakang punggungnya. Di sinar matahari rambutnya masih terlihat tengah malam hitam, dengan tidak ada adalah kilau cokelat atau merah. Dia tampak keras dan tak terhampiri, seperti tiang granit.Pemandangan Danau Michigan dan cakrawala Chicago belakangnya itu mendebarkan dan jika dia tidak ada di sana, aku akan berdiri selama berjam-jam dengan wajah saya ditekan terhadap kaca.Kantornya adalah minimal dan modern. Kebanyakan orang memiliki kenang-kenangan yang kecil, yang mengungkapkan sesuatu yang pribadi tentang mereka-foto, atau toko- tapi aku tidak bisa melihat apa pun yang bercerita tentang bos saya baru sebagai orang.A computer and very little clutter sat on a gleaming black desk facing the door. His chair was a tall leather seat that looked like it could have been designed by NASA. On one side of the room sat a glass conference table with eight chairs surrounding it.“Mr. Weston, I apolog–” I started to say as I stepped into the office.He imperiously raised his hand to stop my apology. “I don’t want to hear excuses. I expect everyone to show up on time at Weston Enterprises. I will overlook it this once since Troy delayed you, but please don’t waste any more of my time.”I bit back the blistering comeback on the tip of my tongue.Breathe, Cora. Play the long game.A light bulb went off. Trying to sound contrite, I said, “Of course, sir. I’m not used to the high standards of being an executive assistant for a CEO. Perhaps someone else may be better suited for the position? I’m sorry to be a disappointment, but I’ll go downstairs and have Stewart send up a more experienced replacement.” Inside, I was pumping my fist at my inspired remarks, but I kept my outward demeanor sober.He turned around, pinning me under his gaze and I wondered if I had overplayed my hand. Instead of looking annoyed, he seemed almost amused by my suggestion. My impression was confirmed by the small curve playing at the corner of his lips.His tone dry as desert sand, he said, “Oh, I don’t there’s any need. You’ll do fine. Have a seat.” He indicated one of the two chairs in front of his desk.I almost groaned in frustration. I was so close to escape. Biding my time, I sat down in the soft-as-butter leather chair as instructed, wondering if this man ever used the word “please.”His movements were spare and controlled as he sat down, his eyes assessing.Nobody could deny that Jake Weston was a beautiful example of the male species, but it was his intense energy that captured my senses. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest as he continued to stare at me with eyes the color of the Aegean Sea.I fought the sudden urge to fidget.