“But if anything like what happened today occurs again, I’m resigning on the spot.”
Jareth finally let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Don’t worry. It absolutely will not happen again.”
“Jareth, you have to be more reserved from now on,” he told himself. “No matter how much you want to be close to her. If you scare her away, you’ll lose everything.”
Seeing him so willing to compromise, Niamh had to suppress a smile. She truly couldn’t understand why he was acting this way. It was completely out of character for him.
Besides, she wasn’t even a particularly good assistant. Just yesterday, he had been finding fault with everything she did, yelling at her at least ten times a day.
“Ms. Lynn, as long as you continue to work hard at the company, I will agree to any request you have,” Jareth promised.
“Why?” she asked, genuinely perplexed.
Jareth thought for a moment, then came up with a ridiculous reason. “Because, from now on, my happiness depends on you.”
Niamh burst out laughing. That had to be the flimsiest excuse she’d ever heard. As if a man like Jareth Bragg would ever compromise his pride for something so trivial. What was he really up to?
“Ms. Lynn, I have a video conference starting soon. Please get ready to take notes,” Jareth instructed, shifting back into boss mode.
“Of course, Mr. Bragg.” Hearing a work-related command, Niamh immediately stood up and moved to the sofa across from him.
With a grimace, Cormac disconnected from the video call.
A moment later, Niamh’s phone began to ring.
Jareth glanced at the screen and saw Cormac’s name, and his expression turned thunderous.
“Tell Mr. Hume to rejoin the call immediately,” Jareth commanded, his voice cold as ice. “I have an important announcement to make.”
Niamh, of course, didn’t answer the call.

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