Chapter 25. Miss Secretary

June POV

Where… am I? Everything’s blurry.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Wait—is that a heart rate monitor?

Oh shit. My eyes snap open, and I bolt upright, I glance to my left.

Am I… in a hospital?

This doesn’t look like a hospital. It looks like one of those rich-people rooms in magazines. The walls are cream-colored, the bed is adjustable with gold railings, and there’s a bouquet of flowers that probably costs more than my entire wardrobe.

Okay—this is a ward room. Just… the luxury kind. The one they use in private hospital ads to

lure billionaires.

Oh I see him. Mr. Grande.

He’s sitting there like a damn statue—reading a book like his intern didn’t just faint and get rushed to the hospital.

He is so annoyingly calm. Surely, he does hates me.

And here I was—delusional enough to imagine he panicked, and said my name.

I need a psychologist – If I am able to pay for their services.

“Mr. Grande,” I call sof