Delauney watched Melenique stalk towards the lift, designer suitcase trundling behind her. “Where did you reassign her to?”
David looked up from his phone. “Anywhere there’s a problem with performance, she’s our roving troubleshooter.”
“I bet she’s good at that.”
Her husband smirked. “Half the time all I need to do is mention her, and things turn around.”
“Your new executive assistant doesn’t seem quite so…efficient.” Kind, helpful, and friendly, yes, terrifyingly, robotically competent, not so much. “I mean she’s your EA, so miracles on tap but…”
“She’s a better fit for the role, and doesn’t eye the rat poison when asked to make tea for my wife.”
Delauney thought back to the times she’d faced down Melinique in this office. “Is that why you always stole a sip? You never went near my tea at home.”
David didn’t quite pull off the nonchalant shrug. “I didn’t really think she would, but it let her know I was watching.”
He winked and reached across the desk for her cup of tea, Delauney rolled her eyes. “I made that one, I think it’s safe.”
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