Desiree’s Pov

Since Enrique asked where I slept last night, I've been relieved that I was in a rush and couldn't answer his questions because if I did, he could become concerned and inform my mother that I didn't sleep at home.

I groan and begin methodically encoding these paper documents.

“Desiree, can you buy us a coffee? The meeting is about to begin in 10 minutes and we need someone to buy us some coffee and snacks outside,” Raphael's demanding secretary has asked me to go outside and buy some food. I've been working all day and now need to run outside; all I have to do is stretch...