Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 104

Chapter 95: Caught In The Act

Cameron’s POV

I had been impressed by that and then had gone further and i asked him how he calibrated that.

He’d said: Whenever I get into that sort of mindset, I ask myself whether more information would actually change the decision, or whether I’m collecting information because the decision is uncomfortable and collecting is easier than committing to it.

I’d hired him the next day.

That was eighteen months ago. In eighteen months, he had become the most effective personal assistant I’d ever had, which was itself a category that contained several highly competent people that were best at what they do, because I did not hire incompetent people, but he had set a bar so high that even the highly competent people may struggle to reach. He was organized in the specific way that suggested his organization wasn’t performing, or showing off to show that he was good at his work, just for the sake of getting a higher bonus. No, he had the organized version of someone who found disorder genuinely uncomfortable and had developed systems for preventing it that ran quietly in the background without requiring maintenance.

He anticipated things before I did. That was the part that had caught me first, before anything else-the way he’d identified what I needed before I’d identified it myself, had placed the information on my desk or the coffee on my desk or the postponed meeting in the calendar before I’d gotten to the point of recognizing I needed them and it had been something that kept shocking me, how he knew me too well to be able to not misstep not even once.

It happened often enough that I’d started paying attention to how it happened, and what I’d found was that he paid attention with the same quality of attention I’d noticed in myself and rarely saw in other people.

It was, I’d come to understand over eighteen months, the thing I found most-

I stopped that sentence before it finished.

First: two of my junior analysts standing near the alcove by the printer, who saw me coming and immediately froze, giving me the idea that they had been talking about something they shouldn’t have been talking about and were now attempting to look like they hadn’t been talking about but failing spectacularly.

One of them-David, third year, good instincts, too much caffeine-actually took a step backward, which was the worst possible response to the situation and suggested he’d been saying something fairly specific about me or about something involving me and now I was there, making him feel exposed.

Second: the murmured exchange between them as they clocked me and recalibrated, which I wasn’t supposed to hear but did, because I’d been told multiple times that I moved too quietly for a person my size.

*Oh god, boss is here-*