I brushed it off, thinking it was probably because I wasn’t in the same city.
Even if Lucy did need me, I couldn’t be there for her right away.
But one day, when I returned to Sacramento for a promotional event, I was shocked by what I found.
The moment I stepped into the office, I realized Lucy hadn’t just “found a job” like she had mentioned over the phone.
She was working in my company.
Not only that, but she was using my office – under the title of Jack’s assistant.
When she saw me walk in, she was momentarily surprised but quickly regained her composure, greeting me warmly.
I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. All I wanted was to ask Jack what was going on.
Why on earth did an assistant need the office of a general manager?
Just then, Jack walked in. His expression shifted slightly when he saw me.
I asked him what was happening, and he casually brushed it off.
“Lucy buys a lot of snacks, and her desk was too small to hold everything. Since you’re not using the office right now, I let her use it for the time being.”
Lucy playfully stuck her tongue out at Jack, then clung to my arm, pouting, “You’re not mad at me, right, Maya?”