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I will never give up." I notice the tick of his jaw, the twitch in a corner muscle of his eye and I know that I have got him where I want him. "Miss Gold..." he says after a moment's silence. "Yes, Mr. Pierce?" "The job is yours," he declares and then pulls back, leaning back casually in his revolving chair. My eyes widen at this new turn of events. I didn't think it would be that easy obviously. My limbs tremble a little as I move back from his desk, my mouth opening in surprise. "Are you sure, Mr. Pierce?" I ask, thinking I must have heard him wrong. "I am very sure. The job is yours..." Then the man finally smiles lightly - a wicked, wicked smile which he is right to hide from the world because the sight of it is chilling. 'for a month." Damn it! "A month?" I blink at him, even more taken aback than the first time. "Yes, Miss. Gold. I'm giving you one month to prove yourself capable of being my PA. Your salary will be triple the package I offered in the advertisement if you can pass this one month without disappointing me in any way. You'll get your own apartment, your medical fee