'That sounds like a good idea.'
He was mooching off her at home, but he could only keep that up for another week at most. Any longer, and he'd start to despise himself.
Once the week was up, he would only be able to see her during their commutes.
Life was so short. They would live to be seventy at most, and since they were both in their twenties now, that meant they only had fifty years left.
Fifty years wasn't a long time. It really wasn't. So he had to cherish every single second they spent together.
'Okay, here's the plan—'
'First, I'll get her to come to the company and familiarize herself with the environment. Then, I'll slowly lure her into joining as my personal secretary or something. That way, we can be together twenty-four hours a day. She'll even be with me during meetings.'
'A secretary…'
As Leona Grant thought of this, he pictured Annabelle Linton in a business suit, sitting beside him to discuss work.
