"Identity? What do you think my identity is?" Harry Zachary asked blankly, then continued before Hannah Hargrave could speak, "A call-boy who comes and goes at your beck and call? Or a friend you call for a fling when you're lonely?"
"Do you not want to do your job as an assistant anymore?" Hannah slammed the coffee cup down on the table with a loud noise.
Threatened by his boss, Harry wasn't scared at all. Instead, he smirked coldly and asked, "What else if not an assistant? A full-time call-boy? Kept and raised just to serve you alone?"
Hannah...
She knew Harry had always been jealous of Nicholas Croft, perhaps because they were both male creatures. But he had never dared to defy her or talk back to her before.
Once again, she picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, her eyes fixed on Harry. As she put the cup down, she smirked lazily and asked, "To serve me alone? Afraid your skills aren't up to par."
