Her desk had been distilled down to the contents that half filled one box: photo frames, coffee mug, and a plastic dinosaur given to her by her niece. Sneaking a glance between thick lashes, she stuffed a stapler under the frames. It was petty thievery, but it made her feel better. Seething with rage, she stomped out of her cubicle and down the center row. Richard Johnson had a reputation of getting up close and personal with his assistants. Lena received her promotion to personal assistant the previous week, after his last conquest left for different pastures, presumably the kind that didn’t get fresh with her. Richard reassigned Lena, and he made it two hours before saying something inappropriate and staring down the neckline of her dress. Dick, indeed. So maybe she hadn’t been entirely in line when, after a week of escalating bad behavior, she reached over to grab his balls. But his squelch of pain did get her message across. Leave her alone, or he’d be looking for another assistant.
