Chapter 125. Not You, Miss Alexander

June POV

“Will you be my temporary secretary until I get a new one?”

Natalya’s smooth, silky voice echoes through my ears, and for a second, I swear I didn’t hear right.

One minute ago, I was fighting the urge to flip the damn table and tell both of them to fuck off. The next, I was stupidly offering to get them drinks—just to calm myself, to breathe, to not explode.

And now the reason Hermes rejected me—his fiancée—is asking me to be her temporary secretary.

I almost laugh. Almost, but instead, I drop my gaze, my jaw tightening. I can’t believe it. They really want me to play secretary again. The girl they call whenever someone quits. The disposable helper. Someone to use when needed, and discard when done.

My fingers twitch at my side, nails digging into my palm.

I raise my eyes to him. Hermes, no, Mr. Grande.

His face is angled down, his hand pressed against his temple like he’s one second away from losing it.

“Miss Ale