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first but then he smirks.  
    Does he know what I’m trying to do?  
    I panic internally but keep my expression composed. Mr. Miller leans in behind me, pointing his index finger on a different icon on the screen. My eyes follow the movement of his long, elegant finger.
    “These are the assignments I need you to do for today.” Mr. Miller says softly.
    His face is so close to mine, and I feel… uncomfortable.
    Why? No man has ever managed to figure out my charming technics.  
    Is he the exception?  
    The thought makes uneasy.
    I nod and he continues, “They need to be done by the end of the day.”  
    Mr. Miller turns his head to look at me.  
    “You think you can handle that?” his voice is low but challenging.  
    “Consider them done.” I smile my bring-it-on smile at him.
    Mr. Miller’s eyes shine and a small smile touches his etched lips.
    Hot damn.
    Being this close to him and looking into his eyes, I feel mesmerized. I’m barely holding on to my sanity. His skin is smooth, and his lips… my God, all I want to do is kiss them. I take a deep breath and look away.
    Control yourself woman. He’s taken.
    Mr. Miller straightens without saying another word, and heads into his office. He settles into his leather chair and resumes his work.I look away from him, back to the screen, and look over the assignments I oh-so-confidently promised I’d do. The first one is to write a speech for a conference with an attachment file. I click on it and it opens twenty pages of information about the price of platinum.  
    Oh lord… what did I get myself into?  
    I sigh. I’m going to die of boredom. I much rather be laying on the beach somewhere sunny.  
    Well, that’s not going to happen anytime soon! … I can do this.  
    I did have the best education money can buy. I’m not an imbecile for crying out loud!
    True, I refused to take any classes that we’re remotely close to the neurosurgery field, but I do have a degree in Public Health. Papa was furious of course, telling me I was wasting more time. That instead of studying something so broad, I should focus on one department, preferably neurosurgery. And I had to remind him yet again, that it is my life and my choice.  
    The second task is to rsvp to a fundraising Gala, happening two weeks from today, for the Lenox Hill Hospital Cardiology Department at The Plaza Hotel at seven thirty p.m. I check Mr. Miller’s schedule, finding that he only has four meetings that day and his evening is clear. I look over at the phone on my desk, pick up the receiver and press the button that says Miller. I look over at Mr. Miller through the glass wall while he picks up the phone on the first ring, not looking at me.
    “Miller.”  
    “Mr. Miller, it’s Katherine.”  
    Mr. Miller eyes shift from the large flat screen on his desk, finding mine. I smile when I see that I have his undivided attention.
    “Yes, Katherine?”  
    “I wanted to remind you about the fundraising Gala for the cardiology department. I checked your schedule and you are free that evening. How would you like me to reply?”  
    Mr. Miller’s expression changes into confusion, and he lifts an eyebrow.
    “Well… if I’m free that evening you should say yes. I thought you had basic experience as a executive assistant…” he sounds apprehensive.  
    Ahh… what do I say?  
    Lie!
    “I do. I just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be crossing a line by making these choices for you.”  
    “I see.” Mr. Miller says quietly.  
    Oh no… He knows, and if he doesn’t, he’s going to figure it out. Why can’t I fool him?  
    The thought irritates me while his eyes are locked on mine, watching me intently.  
    “Well, in the future, if I have any social commitments like this one and my schedule is eventless, the answer is always yes.” his tone is still suspicious.  
    “Yes, Mr. Miller.”
    Mr. Miller hangs up and goes back to his work. I take a deep calming breath and exhale through my nose.