"We're here."
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and the two of them stepped out.
"Gray," Mara called out for his name, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Hm?"
"This place is… nice." Mara turned in a full circle, taking it all in.
"I know," Gray lightly chuckled. They reached a glass door near the end of the hallway. Gray pushed it open and led her inside. It was a corner office. His office.
The view overlooked the city. However, what you would notice first when you enter was a shelf stacked with documents and binders and a laptop open on a sleek black desk.
Mara stood there for a second, stunned.
Then she turned to him.
"So… what exactly is my job here?"
"You're going to be my assistant." Gray leaned against his desk, arms crossed.
She blinked. "Assistant?"
"Yup. Right-hand person. I know you already know what that means."
"Huh." She let out a breath. "Honestly, I was expecting hard labor or what."
"I can give you one of those, if you want."
