“I received a message from Unknown. Not Mr. Dymon Danger. If you wanted me to get you some tea, then you should have texted me from your phone, not some text app or whatever like a child.” I stood up. “Like a child? Your job as my assistant is to assist me, whenever I need you to assist me. Day or night.” She looked taken aback. “Well, Mr. Dymon, if that is the definition of an executive assistant, then that number on the offer sheet I signed yesterday needs to double, and I need a work phone too because I refuse to have you ordering me around on my personal phone. I will turn that phone off
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