She didn't try to flatter him unnecessarily. No offering him tea or coffee when he hadn't asked. No peeking at the documents on his desk. No unnecessary chatter.
No barging into his office without permission, not that anyone could, anyway. After what the last female secretary tried, Carl had gone ahead and installed a voice activated security system. If he didn't say "come in," that door wasn't opening for anyone except one person: Nnenna.
And the rules? Oh, they were crystal clear.
No skimpy or revealing clothes. No attempts, subtle or bold, to seduce the young Prince. No crossing lines under the illusion of his calm demeanor.
No stealing from the finances she managed, even by a single kobo.
No speaking out of context unless explicitly invited to. And Carl, who genuinely valued intellect and discernment, occasionally gave her that space to contribute, but only when it was earned.
