The Runaway Groom

Vivian said, "Yes, Mr. Slate.”

As she turned, she glanced at the monitor, and then at Zachary, noting something off about his reaction.

One must understand that Vivian had been paying close attention to everything about Zachary ever since she took the role of his personal assistant.

Such is society: Once women meet a man with looks and money, they cannot help getting ideas—especially with a single father like Zachary. That was the case for Vivian, who was now obsessed with Zachary. Though she did not show it because she had yet to get a read on his temperament, she was wary since Zachary found himself a young babysitter.

She could not quite put her finger on what it was, and she might even be imagining it—Zachary might just be watching the woman, concerned that she was not taking care of his child.

She left, informing everyone about meeting in ten minutes and to be punctual.

It went as scheduled ten minutes later, with Zachary mostly speaking while the others only speaking when giving reports.

Afterwards, several ladies were whispering among each other at the lounge.

“It's weird... Why does it feel like Mr. Slate is in a very good mood today?"

way to me as well—I mean, he had to have lost sleep last

under his eyes was

proper sleep. I heard he has a baby, and you know they really get fussy—especially since

going on here?" Vivian snapped coolly, interrupting them

"Sorry, Ms. Crowe..."

much free time?" Vivian pressed, throwing her weight around as Zachary's PA. "Stop running your

haughty tone in her voice—she could not help getting

good fortune to be transferred to his

as she came to power and would pull rank and lecture others just because she was Zachary's PA. Still, it was

about work,

we have been speaking out of turn. We'll go back to work right away," one of the ladies said as they started to

right then. "Mr. Slate is your boss and deserves your respect. I don't want anyone discussing

ladies traded glances, a tacit understanding forming just then. "Yes, yes,

work, back to