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.

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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.

The car pulled up outside the Preston Investments Pacific building, glass and steel in the Seattle rain, the upper floors lit with the after-hours glow of a company that ran across multiple time zones and therefore never entirely shut down. I got out, thanked my driver, and went in through the main entrance where the night security recognized me and nodded without requiring my badge.

The elevator to the executive floor was faster at this hour, no stops for the daytime foot traffic. I rode it up in the quiet, listening to the mechanical sounds of the building, and told myself I was here for work reasons, which was both true and not the point.

I heard the giggling before I reached my office.

That was the first thing that I registered as I made my way to my office, I could hear the sound of it, female and light, coming from the direction of my office suite in the particular way sound traveled in an empty corridor.

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Caught In het

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The building wasn’t entirely empty; no there were people on other floors, the operations team that ran the Asia Pacific desk well into the night, the analysts who treated office hours as flexible to the point of meaninglessness who lived here as their main house and going home was an option for them, out of their own choice and not that it was mandated by me. But the executive floor was generally quiet by this hour, my office suite specifically

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