Morris's POV
That voice.
I paced my luxurious hotel suite in Tokyo, unable to focus on the Nakamura contract despite its critical importance. Something about my new assistant's voice kept replaying in my mind—melodious, calm, and unexpectedly confident despite my harsh tone.
"Damn it," I muttered, tossing the tablet onto the king-sized bed and stalking to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Tokyo's skyline.
I'd been unnecessarily aggressive with her.
Monica Hayes.
The name rolled through my thoughts with surprising persistence. Why had Paula hired someone new without consulting me first? And more importantly, why was I so bothered by a simple phone call?
I grabbed my phone and dialed Paula's direct line.
"Morris," she answered warmly. "I see you've met Monica."
"When exactly were you planning to inform me that you'd hired a new assistant?" I demanded, skipping pleasantries.
