Keaton’s cold indifference stung, but nothing compared to the sight of him now. When he realized I wasn’t hanging on his every word, he frowned and started walking over, but then his phone buzzed, lighting up his face with a smile I hadn’t seen in months. Without a second thought, he turned and disappeared into his office.
As soon as he was gone, I unlocked my secret phone, the one he didn’t know about. Sure enough, there it was—a new post on his private feed on Instagram. One visible to everyone... except me.
“To the sweetest assistant in the world—sorry for making you wait ten minutes. Promise I'll make it up to you. Don’t work too hard, Lacey.”
I double-tapped it, liked it, and at that moment, I received a notification from Mr. Romano. The contract. I clicked the link and signed the document without a shred of hesitation. I had made my decision.
The next morning, Keaton was up before dawn. He returned with a box of pastries from a bakery I’d always wanted to try. For a moment, I thought he’d bought them for me, but when I reached for the chocolate croissant, he slapped my hand away.