Beneath the Surface

My name is Sam. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I had perfected it over the years-the name, the look, the role I played in the sprawling glass-and-steel maze that was Jaxon Sinclair's empire. The hours were long, and the work was tedious, but it was mine. And I was good at it. As his assistant, I kept everything running smoothly, an invisible cog in the machine that made Sinclair Enterprises hum like a well-oiled machine.

I didn't care that Jaxon was the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the city. I didn't care that he was rich, or sharp, or respected in a world that seemed to swallow people whole. I had no illusions about men like him. They were just part of the system, a system I didn't need to care about.
I wasn't interested in him. Not in any way.

In fact, Jaxon Sinclair's world was one I had no intention of ever stepping into. He was my boss. That was it. And, for me, that was enough.