Chapter 2

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Andrew was standing just inside the entrance to his office, watching Martin. His assistant was making his way over to his desk where he dropped his bag and stretched his neck and back. He stepped out into the reception area and quietly appreciated how his assistant’s dress shirt hugged his sinewy and tiny frame.

“Did you have to take lunch?” he said as he approached Martin’s desk.

Martin jumped and straightened. “I think I did,” he said.

His assistant’s professional restraint had given way to cheeky lip service within the first week of working for him and that’s what he liked and begrudgingly respected about him. Aside from his bubble butt, this was probably the reason he’d survived this long. There weren’t many people who would give him this amount of lip, and who he’d let get away with it. It challenged him in a way, and kept him on his toes. Besides, he liked to cut Martin down to size now and then.