“You are supposed to work on this. Not sit around.” Carlisle, Henry's secretary, slammed a folder filled with documents on Julian's plain-looking desk.Julian looked up from where he was lifting his crossbag from the rack. He looked at the clock. Five minutes to four.Carlisle had had a permanent scowl on his face since Julian was introduced to all as Henry's assistant. That scowl looked permanently carved on his face now as he glowered at Julian, as if daring him to talk.“I am sorry, Carlisle, but this will have to wait till tomorrow. I finished the last sorting twenty minutes ago, and I fail to believe you just realised you needed this now. My boss says I close by 4pm. Look at the clock, Carlisle, it is four minutes to closing hour. I am not working overtime on my first day,” Julian said with an agreeable smile.“Look here, you dimwit. You might think you won the jackpot by getting a phoney job, but you will tread carefully with me. An assistant’s assistant? Bullshit,” Carlisle s

As they stepped into the narrow corridor beyond the door, the door clanged shut behind them with such a final note that Julian looked back uneasily. Just as he was looking back, he saw a glowing yellow write-up on the wall asking, “Do you dare to escape?” He looked at the woman trudging ahead of him like she was waltzing through the most glamorous halls in Quiset. He briefly wondered if under all that gorgeousness, the heiress was somehow unhinged and was about to involve him in some twisted game. He shrugged off his silly thoughts and was about to call her when they rounded a corner to their left.