Monica's POV
"You hung up on Morris Lorenzo?" Natalie's jaw dropped as we sat in the food court of Paradise Port Mall. "And you're still employed? That's unbelievable!"
I stabbed at my salad, trying to ignore the anxiety still bubbling in my stomach. "Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are. According to Paula, I passed some kind of test."
My son Austin, oblivious to my workplace drama, happily munched on his chicken nuggets while coloring a picture of a dinosaur. Every few bites, he'd hold up his masterpiece for my approval, his smile melting away any residual stress from the day.
"Speaking of your terrifying boss," Natalie said, leaning forward conspiratorially, "there's something you should know about Morris Lorenzo."
"What now? Does he eat his assistants for breakfast?" I asked, only half-joking.
Natalie shook her head, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "He's young, Monica. Like, really young. Maybe thirty or thirty-one? And from what I've heard, he's absolutely gorgeous."
