“*Christina!*” Aidan called from his office. The young assistant moved quickly, making sure her boss wasn’t waiting too long. She cursed herself for wearing stilettos today, though she knew she looked incredible in them.
“What can I help you with?” Christina asked when she reached the office. She smoothed her pencil skirt down, and despite her leg itching, she resisted the urge to scratch it for fear of ripping her new pantyhose. Working in a publishing house, there was a certain expectation of uniform, though she wondered if she was toeing the line between professional and sexy. She anxiously tucked a stray golden hair behind her ear and waited for a response.
“Could you please take a look at this book synopsis?” Aidan said, handing her a few pieces of paper. The author in question was seated on the other side of Aidan’s desk and visibly sweating. He squirmed in his seat as Christina’s boss gave him a once-over that she knew wasn’t the first.
“Well?” he asked impatiently. It was bad. The manuscript ignored everything about the genre it fit into and wouldn’t appeal to the market at all. Christina hesitated, but there was no way around it.