A few minutes ago,
Henry set down the reports that Mia had handed him and rubbed his hands on his face. He knew that these reports were not fake. Mia was not a fool. She was the best assistant and secretary that he had. Something everyone reminded him of, and with the continuous business dealings that he had won when she was leading him, he, too, had to admit it.
He was one arrogant man, but he would accept what needed to be accepted. Henry would never do something as embarrassing as denying someone's strength because that would only show his own weakness. Even if he had to do it begrudgingly.
Raising his hand, he pinched the bridge of his nose and was about to call his new assistant when something shiny and metallic caught his eye. He slowly turned his head to one side and noticed a man in a fisherman's hat and jacket following Mia outside the cafe.
