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The elevator chimed. Piper didn't look up until the heavy footsteps stopped right in front of her desk.
"Because none of them know how to format a Q3 projection at 6:00 PM on a Friday," Sterling said simply. He walked over to the desk and placed the file she had worked on right in the center. "They know theory. You know us ."
“Not an issue. A condition.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “The promotion comes with a portfolio transfer. You’d be handling my personal calendar, my private client files, and certain… off-book projects. Discretion is essential. I need someone who understands that loyalty to me outweighs company policy.” piper presley secretary promotion
Sterling pulled a key card from his pocket and tapped it against the reader. The light flashed green.
Sterling tucked the file under his arm. "Come with me." The elevator chimed
"Spare me the technicalities," Sterling interrupted, though his tone wasn't unkind. He looked at the stack of files on her desk, then at her screen. "Why are you doing this? This is analyst work. Where is the team?"
Julian’s office was at the end of the hall, behind frosted glass and a heavy oak door. Piper knocked twice, straightened her blazer, and stepped inside. Julian was mid-forties, silver-templed, and had the easy confidence of someone who had never been told no. He gestured for her to sit. He walked over to the desk and placed
"Get a better chair. That one has a bad back support."
The elevator chimed. Piper didn't look up until the heavy footsteps stopped right in front of her desk.
"Because none of them know how to format a Q3 projection at 6:00 PM on a Friday," Sterling said simply. He walked over to the desk and placed the file she had worked on right in the center. "They know theory. You know us ."
“Not an issue. A condition.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “The promotion comes with a portfolio transfer. You’d be handling my personal calendar, my private client files, and certain… off-book projects. Discretion is essential. I need someone who understands that loyalty to me outweighs company policy.”
Sterling pulled a key card from his pocket and tapped it against the reader. The light flashed green.
Sterling tucked the file under his arm. "Come with me."
"Spare me the technicalities," Sterling interrupted, though his tone wasn't unkind. He looked at the stack of files on her desk, then at her screen. "Why are you doing this? This is analyst work. Where is the team?"
Julian’s office was at the end of the hall, behind frosted glass and a heavy oak door. Piper knocked twice, straightened her blazer, and stepped inside. Julian was mid-forties, silver-templed, and had the easy confidence of someone who had never been told no. He gestured for her to sit.
"Get a better chair. That one has a bad back support."
