Chapter 7

"My lady, you have a meeting scheduled for ten thirty. And right after that, your father requested to meet with him at eleven. Would you like an early or late lunch?"

Malia nodded, barely hearing the words that were spoken, all she registered was 'meeting.' 

"Miss Malia?"

Malia raised her head, staring at her secretary straight in the eye. "Jamie, could you give me a minute?"

Jamie pursed his lips and blinked. He gave her a look that said 'Are you serious, girl?’ Then, he smiled haughtily. Malia rolled her eyes and waved him aside. "Of course, my lady." He said

Jamie was, in one word, sarcastic. He was young, only eighteen about to turn nineteen in a few weeks. Sometimes Malia wondered why her father had hired an eighteen-year-old and paid him more than most teenagers earned in a year in just a single month. And not just that, made him her secretary even though he had no qualifications at all. Jamie was skinny, tall, and carried himself with the confidenc