", schmollte sie, während sie am Küchentisch auf einem Blatt Papier rumkritzelte. Schon bald aber wurde es spät und sogar Emilia wusste, dass es Ze...t fürs Bett war.Am nächsten Tag und auch die Tage darauf tat sie genau das, was sie immer tat wenn Papa nicht Zuhause war. Sie malte, las irgendwelche Bücher, die sie schon hundert mal gelesen hatte, machte sich Essen und beschäftigte sich wieder irgendwie. Am vierten Tag jedoch, als das Mädchen gelangweilt aus dem Fenster guckte, sah sie plötzlich. "Forget the money for acting as treasurer. I want hazardous-duty pay for being your assistant! You know too damn much about what we do. It's just not fair!"He grinned, but ignored her comment. "How do we stop it? And I want it stopped now! If we have enough secretaries around here to play those kinds of games, we have too many with not nearly enough to do. Do you suppose you could quietly put that word out? Since my secretary — excuse me: the assistant to the president — is now doubling as. Cody watched Blake strode out of the kitchen, he sighed as he let go of Bailey and followed him up stairs. He was going to get his ass chewed out. He knew it and he honesty didnt want to hear it right now. Cody closed his bedroom door behind him and watched as Blake paced back and forth. What the fuck are you doing? Blake turned and stared him down. What are you referring to exactly? Dont fucking play dumb, not when it comes to my baby sister. Blake said angrily, he once again started pacing. I. ’ ‘Ask him. He’ll tell you.’ ‘Can you tell me some stuff about him?’ ‘It depends on what you want to know.’ ‘He seems pretty smart. No, he seems very smart. He talked about some courses he skipped. And he seems to know about a lot of things. He helped me with my accounting. He says he helps you with your courses. How smart is this guy?’ ‘Well, Ashley, he’s probably the smartest guy you’ll ever meet. He placed out of two years of French and Spanish. That’s all the tests cover. But they evaluated.