She smiled at me—was it for me? It felt like it was just for me, like she knows how I feel. But does she? How could she? I have to be careful. I can’t let this get out of hand. She’s my assistant, my subordinate, but more than that... she’s mine. No, that’s wrong. She’s not mine. But she could be. She should be. She belongs in my life. We fit together so perfectly. She doesn’t even know it yet, but she will. I’ll make sure of it.
