I Don't Want Love, Just a Transfer

Synopsis

Alex Grant was the type of boss who could run a boardroom with a single grunt. If he liked an idea, he'd give a clipped, "Mm." If he was losing his temper, it was a sharp, "Mm?" I was his Executive Assistant, the one who had to translate his caveman noises into actual directives for the rest of the team. Halfway through the meeting, Alex glared at the department head who was still rambling through his slides. This man was clearly testing the limits of Alex's patience. I was ready to signal for a wrap-up when a frantic wall of text started scrolling across my vision like a Twitch stream on overdrive. Comment: [Even though the hero is acting like a prick to the sidekick now, he's going to be obsessed with the main girl once the plot kicks in.] Comment: [The professional assistant might be a rockstar, but she doesn't stand a chance against one look from the real love interest.] Comment: [Later on, he actually promotes her to a regional manager position just to get her out of the way and keep his hands clean.] My brain snagged on the phrase "regional manager." Wait—regional manager? I'd have my own team? No more spending every waking hour trying to decode his moods? A massive, uncontrollable grin spread across my face, but before I could savor the fantasy, I felt a familiar, heavy heat prickling my skin. I turned to find Alex glaring at me, looking absolutely livid.