Page 5 of Unwrapping Romance

“Thanks, Yvonne.” I ended the call. “Phone number, Miss Knight.”

She rattled off her number while I entered it into my phone. I sent her a text.

“Now, you have my number. You are to answer when I call. If I text you, you will promptly reply, no matter the time.”

“Even if it’s the middle of the night?” she asked.

“Yes, even in the middle of the night. You are to be available to me 24/7. So, make that very clear to your boyfriend. If he has a problem, this will not work out.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, Mr. Atlas, so that won’t be a problem.”

That was exactly what I wanted to hear.

“I’ll have Tristan show you around and expect you in the office tomorrow morning at seven a.m. Tristan,” I shouted.

The door opened, and he stepped in. “Yes, Mr. Atlas?”

“Show Miss Knight around. She’ll be starting tomorrow morning.”

“Great. Come on, Sierra.” He smiled.

Daniel narrowed his eyes at me after she walked out of the office.

“What?” I asked.

“I saw that look in your eye, Jack. Don’t even think about it.”

“She’s a temp. The rule doesn’t apply to temps.” A smirk crossed my lips.

“I love how you threw in the boyfriend thing. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“No, I couldn’t.” I smiled.

Chapter Three

Sierra

I left his office with Tristan and let out a breath.

“He doesn’t seem bad,” I said, glancing at Tristan. “The way Yvonne talked, she made him out to be a monster.”

“Just do everything he asks, keep your mouth shut, and you’ll be fine. You seem like a nice girl, so I will warn you. I have a friend who works at the temp agency you’re with. She told me that the girls they wanted to send over refused.”

“Why?” My brows furrowed.

“Because Mr. Atlas is scary. He has a reputation, and people are afraid of him. Including the people who work for him. He’s especially worse around the holiday season. Do you see any Christmas decorations up?”

“No. But I’m sure I will soon enough.”

“No, you won’t. Mr. Atlas doesn’t like them and won’t let us decorate. Last year, a clerk worked here, and he fired her for bringing in one of those miniature trees. It was so cute with colored mini lights and bulbs. He picked it up from her desk, handed it to her, and told her she was fired. He is very anti-holiday and a Scrooge.”

“Why is he like that?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Nobody knows. I’ve worked here for five years, and we’ve never once had a Christmas party or anything. All I’m saying is don’t get on his bad side.”

“What happened to his last assistant?”

“Nobody knows. She was here on a Friday, and on Monday, she wasn’t.”