Timothy just finished his business in Raffles Place. And it seemed as though he had gotten himself a date with his new personal secretary. Who would have thought that the lady who bumped into him was his future secretary.
Still, he reminded himself, this wasn't a date. Not in the romantic sense, anyway. It was business. A dinner discussion with his soon-to-be secretary was necessary, she needed to understand what she was walking into, the expectations he had for her, and maybe even the quirks he didn't know he had until someone pointed them out. If they were going to work closely, better to set the tone early.
He pulled out his phone, thumb scrolling quickly through restaurant listings. If he was going to do this, he might as well make an impression. A secretary wasn't just another employee, she would be his shield against chaos, the one person who knew his schedule better than he did. If she saw him as sloppy or careless, it would set the wrong tone.
