Page 100 of Auctioned to My Bratva Boss

"Because as of today, this office is mine. Design Director of Bykov Group." I set the cup back down gently. "And you're my assistant."

The color drained from her face in an instant.

That once-smug expression froze like a block of cheese left in the freezer.

She never imagined that one day she'd be serving coffee to someone she'd mocked and looked down on.

"Director..." She bent quickly, her voice trembling. "I... before, I..."

"It's fine." I cut her off, my tone polite and flat. "What's past is past. I don't hold grudges."

Relief washed over her face, and she started to straighten—

"Although," I added casually, "next time you spill coffee on someone, maybe check who they are first."

Her face turned the color of liver, and she nodded frantically without daring to look up.

Only after I dismissed her did she scurry out with her empty tray.

The moment the door closed, I finally let out a long breath.

I hoped Miranda would learn not to judge people so quickly.

Though honestly, I could guess whose idea it was to make her my assistant. This deliciously petty move had one man's fingerprints all over it.

I looked up at the security camera in the corner of the ceiling.

That little black dot stared right back at me.

Not hard to imagine him in his top-floor office right now, legs crossed, coffee in hand, enjoying the show.

Sure enough. My phone buzzed.

"Missing me?"

I could picture his expression perfectly.

That cocky smirk playing at his lips...

I bit back a smile and fired back.

"Not even. Just checking if the company illegally surveils its employees."

His reply came instantly.

"Is that so? Because the way you were staring at that camera said something else."

Heat crept up my neck. Bastard! How did he know what I was thinking?

"And Ms. Quinn, staring at your boss during work hours is grounds for docking your bonus."

"Matvey Bykov, if you keep spying on me, I'm quitting."

"Could you really?" he shot back. "This office. These tools. That woman bringing you coffee."

Damn him. No, I couldn't.

I stared at his message, my lips betraying me with a smile.