Chapter 3

Her profile picture was solid gray.

Ethan’s was… solid black.

In a way, they really did look like a matching set…

I clicked my tongue, marveling at how impossible rich people were to understand.

Then a message came through. “Hello.”

Committed to excellent customer service, I quickly replied, “Hello, Ms. Sterling. I’ll be personally assisting you from now on. Please call me Sophie. If you need anything, just say the word!”

After sending it, I waited. The typing indicator stayed on, but no message arrived.

Just as I was about to put down my phone and go to bed, her response finally appeared.

One simple question. “What kind of woman does Ethan Blake like?”

“What kind of woman does Ethan Blake like?” I repeated silently.

For a moment, I felt lost. Had I ever actually asked him that?

My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I had no idea what to say.

After hesitating, I sent a safe reply. “Don’t worry. As soon as I find out, you’ll be the first to know!”

I’d expected Ethan to make my life miserable while I worked for him.

To my surprise, he barely paid me any attention. More accurately, I hardly even saw him.

After keeping my head down for almost two weeks and getting friendly with my coworkers, I began quietly fishing for information.

From the Blake family’s rise to wealth to Ethan’s victories in the business world, I left no stone unturned.

During an afternoon break, I stood chatting with coworkers, a mug in my hand. Eventually, I steered the gossip toward Ethan. “So, do any of you know what kind of woman Ethan—uh, Mr. Blake likes?”

One woman who’d been with the company for a while considered it. “I think Mr. Blake likes…”

She stopped midsentence.

She was about to give me the answer! How could she just stop? I immediately pressed her. “What kind of woman does he like?”

“You’re that curious about my type?”

At the familiar voice, my whole body jolted.

I turned stiffly. The moment I saw him, my soul nearly left my body.