My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 898

She shot an eager look at Tristan Davis, but he simply closed the webpage, his face unreadable.

Cynthia Rivera’s lips quivered as her eyes filled with tears. “So you still don’t want me as your secretary? Why? I have a better degree than any of your current assistants, don’t I? What makes me unqualified? Why do you have to be so dismissive of me?”

Tristan decided to reason with her. “Cynthia, you—”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

Cynthia spun around and clamped her hands over her ears. “Whatever you say, I’m not leaving. The official appointment announcement is out. It’s too late to stop me. I’m starting today—no matter what.”

Tristan pressed his fingers to his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. He was exasperated and helpless.

After a long moment, he picked up his phone and called through the intercom. “Hilaria, come to my office.”

The moment Hilaria Vargas entered, Cynthia cocked her head, listening intently.

“Mr. Davis.”

Hilaria’s eyes swept over the young woman standing with her back to Tristan, surprise flickering in her gaze.

Without looking away from his computer, Tristan spoke evenly, “Starting today, she’s your assistant. Take her to HR for onboarding. Her desk will be right behind yours. Give her whatever work needs to be done.”

Cynthia whirled around, staring in disbelief first at Tristan, then at Hilaria. She jabbed a finger at herself, her voice trembling, “You want me to be her assistant?”

Hilaria was just as stunned.

This girl, with her designer clothes and unmistakable air of privilege, looked every bit the pampered heiress. It was obvious she wasn’t just any employee—and her connection to Tristan Davis was probably more than professional. She seemed like a princess come down to experience “normal” life, the kind who would be called Ms. Gomez in those fairytales.

Cynthia clenched her jaw. “You—!”

Inwardly, Hilaria prayed desperately: Please leave. Please, please just walk out!

But Cynthia balled her fists, her whole body rigid with determination. “Fine. I’ll be the assistant. Whatever it takes, I’m not giving up. I’m staying—no matter what!”

Hilaria’s heart sank, her polite smile faltering.

Tristan glanced at her. “Take her.”

“Yes, Mr. Davis.”

Hilaria mustered her professional smile and turned to Cynthia. “Ms. Gomez, if you’ll follow me.”