Chapter 391

DRAKE Ireally need to get a new secretary. The current temp is driving me nuts. It’s not only that she isn’t Amelia—that’s hardly her fault—it’s that she’s fucking terrible at her job. She’s constantly messing up my schedule, she can’t spell for shit, and she can’t even work the stupid espresso machine. I told her I didn’t want to be disturbed today, but here she is, knocking on the door and walking in anyway. “Miss Daniels, what part of ‘do not disturb’ are you struggling with?” I’m being a dick, and I know I am. The poor woman looks terrified. I take a deep, calming breath and try again. “Miss Daniels, is there a problem?” “There is, sir, yes. I have a man outside to see you. He’s very insistent, and he seems very upset, and … and I don’t know how to make him go away.” I can’t help thinking that Amelia would have known. I nod curtly. “I see. And what would his name be, this insistent guest?” “Oh! Yes, right—that would be Chad. Chad Poindexter. He said to tell you it was about Amelia