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information, her career would be over.
    â€œI’ll be honest, Miss Monroe. My brother and I don’t exactly see eye to eye on most things. The truth is, he can be an arrogant ass, but he’s not a bad person.”
    â€œYou protect him.”
    He sighed and leaned back in his chair. “For the life of me I don’t know why.”
    â€œBecause that’s what big brothers do. I know, I have two of them.” Although in her case, they didn’t just protect. They domineered.
    Mr. Everette smiled. He wasn’t nearly as intimidating as she’d first thought. At first glance he seemed so dark and intense, but he definitely had a softer side. “With a sister as pretty as you, I’m sure it was a full-time job.”
    Wow, she really liked this guy.
    â€œWell,” he said, rising from his chair. “I’m glad we had this talk. But I should let you get back to work.”
    She stood and smoothed her skirt back into place. “Thank you for the advice.”
    He reached across the desk to shake her hand. His grip was firm and confident. “Good luck, Miss Monroe.”
    She left Nathan Everette’s office feeling a lot less unsure of herself than when she’d walked into work that morning. The first day of her first undercover assignment may have had a bit of a bumpy start, but things were definitely looking up.
    She hobbled back to her desk on her poor tortured feet, yet she felt a renewed confidence. If she could maintain her cool in a meeting with the CEO, CBO and CFO of amultibillion dollar corporation, she could handle just about anything.
    When she got there she kicked off her shoes and opened her top drawer, fishing out the flash drive. It was time to go get some information.
    â€œIs it my imagination or were you a lot taller the last time I saw you?”
    At the sound of Mr. Everette’s voice she gasped in surprise and dropped the flash drive back in the drawer. She whipped around, slamming it shut with her backside. He stood in his office doorway, arms folded, leaning against the jamb. And he must have been back for some time because not only was his coat off, he’d removed his suit jacket as well. “You’re back early.”
    â€œI made it as far as the lobby and got a call that the meeting was cancelled.”
    If she hadn’t been called away, he would have without a doubt walked in on her “investigating.” The thought made her knees go weak. Next time she would have to make sure that he’d actually left the building before she set foot in his office.
    â€œImagine my surprise when I returned to find that my new secretary was already playing hooky.”
    â€œN-no…I wasn’t…” She stopped and took a deep breath. What was the point of making excuses. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
    â€œWhere were you?”
    Okay, she could handle this. It was all about thinking on her feet, and being prepared. So of course her mind went instantly blank. “The, um…HR office.”
    â€œHuman resources?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œFor…?”
    â€œPaperwork. There was a form they forgot to have me sign.”
    â€œAnd they stole your shoes while you were there?” he said, nodding to her stocking feet.
    â€œNo, of course not. They’re under my desk. They’re new and they were pinching my toes.” At least that much was the truth. “I can put them back on—”
    â€œOh no. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for your sore feet. Although maybe they would hurt less if you sat down.”
    She lowered herself into her chair.
    â€œI need to go talk to my brother,” he said, and before she could stop herself she sucked in a breath. Did he know she’d just been there?
    No, of course he didn’t. How could he?
    He gave her an odd look. “Problem?”
    She gestured to her feet. “Sorry, sore toes.”
    â€œAs I was saying, I have