His Personal Assistant

37. | Visitor

"I want to be your lawyer." I look up at my Aunt Brit, who leans over my desk.

"I already have a lawyer." I turn back to my computer.

"Then let me help your lawyer."

I sigh, looking back up. "Why? Why do you want to help me anyway?"

"Because you deserve that house. And I won't let my selfish bitch of a sister steal it from you." I raise a brow. "Look, if you want something, you have to fight for it. And Jenna already told me about how you told her to take you to court, dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah." She waves a hand, rolling her eyes.

I stand up, walking away from my desk. She continues to beg me as I walk to Rhys's office, "Please. I want you to have a home, and, yes, I know that I was a bitch to you, but I want to make it up to you."

"Why?" I turn to her in front of his door. "Why do you care?"

"Because that house is the last thing my brother owned. You are the least likely person to change it. Plus, it's been your home for as long as I remember. No one should take that from you."

I exhale, opening the door to Rhys's office and walking inside. "Hey..." Rhys walks toward me but slows when he sees my aunt behind me.

"Naomi, let me help you."

"Here's the papers you asked for." I hand it to him, and he takes it.

"Naomi—"

I turn to her. "Can you even have two lawyers on one case?"

"Of course, you can. And with my influence, I can help you win." She smirks at me.

"Fine! Fine." I give in, and she grins at me. I roll my eyes, storming out of his office.

I look between the door and Brittany, confused. "What just happened?"

"I get to help Naomi keep her house." Brittany grins proudly at me. I raise an eyebrow, nodding slowly. "Do you know what lawyer she has? I'd ask her, but she's less likely to tell me than you are."

"Uhh... Saint Law Firm. My sister-in-law." I tell unsurely.

"Who's your sister-in-law?"

"Eira Croyso?" It comes out as a question.

"Alright, loverboy. Let's go." She waves me toward the door. Loverboy? She slips her arm through mine, guiding me through the office building. "Alright, I want you to call your sister-in-law here, and then we'll continue with our work."

"Hang on." I stop her, removing her arm from mine. "Why are you doing all of this now? I mean, what happened to the other day?"

"My niece opened my eyes. I can't divorce my husband, because I'll lose all my money, but I can let myself be happy. And I want a place in this family. I made a mistake with my brother and now I'm trying to fix it."

"How do I know you're not just saying this to say it?" I furrow my brows.

"Because I have no reason to." She shrugs. "My husband is a multimillionaire and even if you had billions of dollars, I'd still stay with him because I make profit off of his profit." She smiles at me.

I nod slowly. "Okay, then."

"Heya, Shortcake." I hear Mason call, and I know he's talking to Naomi. That's his newfound nickname for her.

"Are you ever going to let that nickname go?" Naomi asks.

"Nope."

"You don't have to pretend, you know." Brittany comments. I turn to her, brows scrunched together. "If you like her, you should—"

I cover her mouth, cutting her off. She glares at me as I drag her to the break room. "Don't say anything about us."

"I won't need to with what you just did." She scowls, crossing her arms.

"Naomi doesn't want to go public, okay? So you can't say anything." I say sternly. I shouldn't even be telling her this. God, she's going to be so pissed at me.

"Even if I didn't know, it's pretty obvious." She replies. "You two practically make heart eyes at each other. It's a surprise anyone hasn't noticed."

I roll my eyes. "Just don't say anything."

She saunters away. "You'll be the one to tell before I do." She throws over her shoulder. I huff, following after her.

"Naomi, you have a visitor coming up." The receptionist says, and she furrows her brows. Visitor? Is she meeting someone?

"Did they leave a name?" She shakes her head before walking back to her desk. Naomi sighs, then walks to me. "So, I plan to ask Mason for help for the fundraiser, since he tends to get around more, but I'm not sure he'll say yes yet."

"It's fine. We still have a few weeks before the fundraiser takes place." She nods, smiling.

"I'll go ask him now, before it's too late." I nod, and she hurries off, running as fast as she can in her heels.

"Those are designer shoes... How did she get them?" Brittany mumbles, staring down at Naomi's feet in thought.

I ignore her as the elevator dings open. Naomi claps her hands, grinning. I'd say Mason agreed.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Naomi Walker?" A woman stands a few feet away from us. She looks familiar.

"Well, I'll be damned." Brittany mutters, staring wide-eyed at her.

Naomi walks toward us. "Okay, Mason, I'm going to run down to the printer to get a few—" She freezes at the sight of the woman. "—things."

"Who is that?" I ask her.

"That, my dear friend, is your girlfriends—"

Naomi cuts her off, whispering, "Mom?"