Untitled Part 6
The assistant gave a quick laugh.
"Those are just pretty little trophy wives. Nothing like you, Director Sterling—"
"Sir."
Daisy's voice cut through his fawning.
"I want to sleep."
He immediately turned around.
"Oh, sweetheart, do you want me to recline your seat a little so you can lean back and nap?"
"No."
She looked at him seriously.
"You're just being kind of loud."
For the rest of the drive, the assistant didn't say another word.
Daisy came to the office with us.
Every now and then, she wandered around our floor.
People always tried to chat with her, men and women alike.
It wasn't just because she was Ethan Sterling's daughter—she really was adorable.
But she barely spoke to any of them.
Every so often, I'd glance over and catch her looking at me.
The second our eyes met, she'd jerk her gaze away.
After I finished one task, I got up to refill my water bottle.
The moment I stepped into the break room, hot coffee splashed all over me.
I froze.
Standing right in front of me was Martin Brooks from our department.
He gave an exaggerated start.
"Oh man, Claire, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
As he spoke, he yanked a couple of paper towels from the dispenser and reached toward my chest.
"Here, let me help. Let me wipe that off."
I backed away at once.
"No need, Manager Brooks. I can do it myself."
He kept moving closer.
"Come on, it's no big deal. You can't see all of it, and you won't be able to clean it properly."
A second before he could touch me, I shoved him hard.
"I said I can do it myself."
He laughed.
"What are you pretending to be, some pure little saint?"
My whole body went cold.
"One of my friends works at City General," he said.
"Last time, he saw you there after your miscarriage."
He looked me up and down with filthy, clouded eyes.
"As far as I know, you're not even married, right?"
His smile turned uglier.
"If some guy got to play around with you, why not me too? Make me happy, and I might be able to do you a few favors around the office once in a while. Wouldn't that be a good deal?"
My fingers curled into my palm.
Then I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.
He clearly hadn't expected me to actually hit him.
"Bitch," he snarled.
He had just lifted his hand, about to strike me back, when a cup of water came pouring down over his head.
I looked past him.
Daisy was standing on a chair behind him, holding an empty cup, her little face expressionless.
Manager Brooks spun around, ready to explode, but the second he saw it was Daisy, his whole face changed.