15

Scar

I try to do some work. I force myself to concentrate for an hour, but every time I find myself getting into a groove, she pops back into my head.

Rita. My assistant.

I didn't think much of her when the recruiter, a woman named Janine I met in college, brought her to me. "She's smart and really needs a gig, but she's young. Will that be an issue?"

I didn't think so at the time. The interviews went well, Rita was poised and intelligent, and I really needed a new assistant. I couldn't keep scaring them away by being too demanding.

So, I hired her. I took it easy in those first few weeks. I didn't push too hard, just to make sure she didn't panic.

Look where that got me.

Fucked, no two ways about it.

I knew she was trouble the second she waltzed into my office looking like heaven in heels. I can't deny I find the girl attractive—she has the kind of body she clearly works on—but I try to make it a point not to get entangled at work. My job is my life, and I prefer to keep everything n