Amelia's Point of ViewI frowned as the minutes ticked by and my boss still hadn't returned to his office.I'd only stepped away for a moment to refill my coffee, and when I came back, he was gone. Worse, he was still absent when he had a video conference with a European distributor scheduled to begin in just a few minutes.Being late wasn't like him.Albert Torrens was focused, disciplined, and meticulous about his work. So what could have pulled him away from his office, especially right before such an important meeting?Andi, the assistant to Torrens Incorporated's matriarch and CEO, Margaret Torrens, stepped into my workspace."What's wrong?" she asked."We have an important call in a few minutes, and my boss is nowhere to be found. He needs to close this deal today," I said, checking my files for what felt like the hundredth time. I wanted everything ready for the moment he arrived. "Have you seen him?""Margaret called a last-minute meeting, so he's in the conference room with h

Amelia's POVSometimes, I had experiences that, in hindsight, made me wonder if I had completely misunderstood the situation. Maybe I hadn't heard the conversation correctly. That was what I kept thinking about the conversation with Albert and Mr. Len. But every time I replayed the conference call in my head, I came to the same conclusion: Albert Torrens had asked me to fake a marriage to him for a business deal. But then I’d think that it simply couldn't be true. He was my boss. He was a serious, focused man with integrity. He couldn't have suggested that we travel to Italy to get married.For the rest of the day, I argued with myself over what had happened. And by the time I was heading home, I still couldn't be sure if he meant what he said or if I had understood what he meant. The only solution was to tell my sister and see what she thought. Mary was more than just my sister and roommate; she was also my best friend. I trusted her, and I felt she could help me sort out this mess w