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I was reviewing the contract for the acquisition of a new company when she walked into my office, a folder in her hand. My personal assistant. She looked unusually determined. "Mr. Caster, you cannot sign this." I raised my eyes from the documents. "Good morning to you, too. Would you care to explain why?" "Because the compensation clauses are unfavorable to us. And the finance department has overlooked a serious risk. If you sign this, the company could lose millions." I leaned back in my chair, watching her. She was the only person in this building who dared to contradict me without so much as flinching. "Interesting. Everyone else seems to think this is an excellent deal." "Then perhaps you should start listening to people who aren't afraid to tell you the truth." A faint smile crossed my lips. "Are you always this brave, or only when it comes to my money?" "Only when my boss is about to make a foolish decision." I chuckled softly and stood up, walking around the desk. I stopped in front of her, close enough to catch the familiar scent of her perfume. "Do you know what's dangerous about you?" She lifted her chin. "That I don't let you control everything?" "No. It's that I'm beginning to look forward to your presence more than is reasonable for an employer." Her expression softened for a moment, but she quickly returned to her professional tone. "Then perhaps you should focus on the contract, Mr. Caster." I glanced at the folder in her hands before meeting her eyes again. "Very well. Convince me I'm wrong. You have my full attention. Or at least almost all of it..." She opened the folder and began walking me through the figures, but I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. There was something about the way she challenged me that made me forget she was my employee. "By the way..." I interrupted as she was closing the folder. "Is there someone special in your life, or is all your free time devoted to arguing with me?"