Childhood Sweethearts.
Hilaria Vargas felt her heart skip a beat, but she kept her professional smile firmly in place. “I’m sorry, Ms. Rivera. Mr. Davis hasn’t mentioned anything about this to me. For the sake of protocol, I have to ask you to wait out here. I hope you understand.”
Cynthia Rivera crossed her arms and let out a cold huff. “You’d better remember my face—all of you. Especially you, since you’re Tristan Davis’s secretary. I never want to be kept waiting by any of you again.”
A flicker of irritation passed through Hilaria’s eyes, but she stepped aside and gestured politely. “This way, Ms. Rivera.”
As they reached Tristan Davis’s office, Cynthia swept past Hilaria without a second glance. Before Hilaria could stop her, Cynthia had already pushed open the door and strode inside, calling out Tristan’s name as if she owned the place.
Hilaria bit her lip and followed her in.
Cynthia marched right up to Tristan’s desk and slapped her palm down on the polished surface. “Tristan Davis.”
She announced, with a flourish, “I’m here to be your new secretary!”
Tristan set down his pen and let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Unbothered, Cynthia flopped into the chair across from him, arms folded, one leg crossed over the other. “I’m not joking. I already talked to Steven Davis and he agreed. So hurry up and have someone get my paperwork started—I can’t wait to begin.”
Tristan rubbed his forehead, patience thinning. “Go home, Cynthia. Don’t make a scene here.”
She frowned stubbornly. “I’m not making a scene. I’m serious. I want to work with you, side by side.”

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