Chapter 82

AMELIA The next day at work is a lot less intense, mainly because Drake—Mr. James, I remind myself—is in meetings all morning. He was double-booked for one and triple-booked for another, and one of my first tasks as his assistant was untangling his schedule. He’s fresh from Chicago and seems to be in demand, with constant requests coming in from new and existing clients. I can tell I’m going to have my work cut out for me managing his schedule, but I enjoy a challenge Kimmy wasn’t lying. I do love organizing things—anything from a spice rack to a busy managing partner—and more to the point, I’m good at it. It feels nice to be working somewhere that skill is valued. I’ve been fielding calls for him all morning, and it will take me a while to catch up on who’s who. I will eventually understand exactly which calls need to be put through immediately and which can wait. I’ll know how he likes his coffee and what he enjoys for lunch and the numbers of his favorite restaurants. I’ll know ever