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"When my best friend Tessa’s parents kicked her out, I took her in. I gave her a job as my Executive Assistant. I mediated with her family, spent hours teaching her how to read contracts, and did everything in my power to help her stand on her own two feet. My husband, Grant Mercer, despised her. ""She can’t even align a data row correctly. How many more times are you going to hold her hand?"" he’d complain, tossing her reports onto my desk. ""She’s your EA, Claire, not a charity case. Keep indulging her, and she’s going to drag Bennett Technologies into a massive lawsuit."" I would always glare right back at him. ""When I hit rock bottom in college and you were studying abroad, Tessa was the one who pulled me out of the dark. You’re my husband. You should be thanking her, too."" Eventually, Tessa’s mistakes dwindled. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Until I went to Seattle to handle a branch issue, finished two months early, and pushed open the door to my office. Tessa was sitting in my leather chair. Grant was standing behind her, his hand covering hers on the mouse, patiently guiding her through a data set. This was the same man who claimed he couldn't stand her incompetence."