Legalizing the Business

Not very far from where she was, Darren's car had just parked expertly into a space in a parking lot.

Turning it off, he leaned against the sleek black hood of the car, arms crossed as he watched Rachel fix the collar of her fitted blazer. She adjusted the cuffs next, her expression set with quiet determination.

"I really wished you had listened to me. I enjoyed your presence the last time," Darren muttered, exhaling as he checked his watch. "But I can handle registering a company myself."

Rachel gave him a look of admiration and respect. "You have acquired my service, Mr. Steele," she said. "I want to make sure that you receive it to its full extent."

Her eyes glistened as they grew more intense, gazing at him. "I am your secretary. This is what secretaries do. I wouldn't be doing my job if I let you."

Darren sighed, shaking his head.

This wasn't the first try. He had tried at least three times before, but Rachel had been relentless.