My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 896

Childhood Sweethearts.

Hilaria Vargas felt her heart skip a beat, but she kept her professional smile firmly in place. “I’m sorry, Ms. Rivera. Mr. Davis hasn’t mentioned anything about this to me. For the sake of protocol, I have to ask you to wait out here. I hope you understand.”

Cynthia Rivera crossed her arms and let out a cold huff. “You’d better remember my face—all of you. Especially you, since you’re Tristan Davis’s secretary. I never want to be kept waiting by any of you again.”

A flicker of irritation passed through Hilaria’s eyes, but she stepped aside and gestured politely. “This way, Ms. Rivera.”

As they reached Tristan Davis’s office, Cynthia swept past Hilaria without a second glance. Before Hilaria could stop her, Cynthia had already pushed open the door and strode inside, calling out Tristan’s name as if she owned the place.

Hilaria bit her lip and followed her in.

Cynthia marched right up to Tristan’s desk and slapped her palm down on the polished surface. “Tristan Davis.”

She announced, with a flourish, “I’m here to be your new secretary!”

Tristan set down his pen and let out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Unbothered, Cynthia flopped into the chair across from him, arms folded, one leg crossed over the other. “I’m not joking. I already talked to Steven Davis and he agreed. So hurry up and have someone get my paperwork started—I can’t wait to begin.”

Tristan rubbed his forehead, patience thinning. “Go home, Cynthia. Don’t make a scene here.”

She frowned stubbornly. “I’m not making a scene. I’m serious. I want to work with you, side by side.”

Tristan edged away, pried his arm free, and fixed her with a weary, sharp look. “What kind of nonsense is that? Go home, Cynthia. Stop making trouble.”

Cynthia glared, smacking her hand angrily on the couch. “I’m not leaving! I want this job, and Steven Davis already said yes. He’s the CEO—your boss. You have to listen to him!”

Tristan clicked his tongue in annoyance.

He moved to the single armchair, his gaze cool and piercing. “You should focus on your own career, Cynthia. Don’t throw it away on a whim. You’re an adult now—start acting like one. I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”

She took a deep breath. “I do have my own career. But right now, you’re what matters most.”

Tristan didn’t bother arguing further. His tone turned cold. “Go home. I’ll talk to Grandpa. From now on, stay out of my office. I have work to do—I don’t have time for this.”