Kit stared up at his boss's face and blinked slowly. He had expected him to come back with a decision quickly. Frankly, there were not that many great options from the picks.

More than a few he had weeded out himself before the in-person callbacks. So a third person, the fact that Saint saw potential in it enough to hire him over anyone else from that list made him curious.

"Yes, Sir, but may I point out the company only has two spots to fill."

"Not anymore, Kit I suddenly find myself short of a personal errand boy and I happen to find I suddenly became aware of how much I needed one." He said chuckling while walking away to his four o'clock meeting.

Kit stared after him and said to himself while blinking. "But I am your errand boy and have been all year. Am I not good enough for you anymore, Sir? Because if I am no longer doing my job adequately and you feel the need to replace me, please let me know first. I can adjust anything to make sure I become more suitable to your preferences."

"You can't handle the kind of preferences I have in mind for this one," Saint said, grinning like a happy cat. Then waived without looking back.

Kit watched him leave, a shiver etching its way across his entire body, making his hair stand on end. He shook his head at his boss's behavior and added number one fifty-two, Heart, to the passed candidates' pile and pulled out another welcome packet.

A large hand smacked down on the packet, startling Kit out of his meandering over what made this guy so special.

"Oh, God!" Kit panted with shock.

"You're back, Sir..."

“You, uh, you startled me." He said looking up at Saint, then gulped.

Saint smiled wickedly.

"Oh, don't worry your job is safe. There will be plenty to torture both of you with, with the impending contracts and mergers of TLR and EagleEye Construction."

Kit nodded, collected the papers and tapped them on the desk to even them out, then he looked back up as Saint's words clicked.

"Oh, goody. I am so excited." He said flatly.

Saint chuckled.

"Anytime... I am happy I can indulge your fancy, Kitten...."

Kit glared at him.

"Don't call me Kitten when we are at the office... It's embarrassing, people will get the wrong idea." He chided him.

Saint pouted. "But it's no fun not flaunting your connections when you're as powerful as we are." He teased.

"You mean as powerful as you are..." Kit gave him a look of reprieve.

"Awe, come on, what's mine is yours." Saint snickered. Kit looked at him with a scowl of disapproval.

"You're missing your meeting to poke fun at my feelings again, Sir. Please, I am asking you kindly, go away."

Saint laughed.

"Alright, I am really going this time."

"Ah, Oh, yeah."

"Don't bother with that packet for number one fifty-two I am preparing a special welcome packet for him," Saint added.

"A very special one, much better than those standard ones." Then he grabbed Kit's coffee from off his spotless, but cluttered desk and walked off with the scariest smile Kit had ever seen on Saint's face.

"I was drinking that..." Kit deflated as he watched Saint walk away with his coffee for the billionth time. He pouted but put the welcome packet back then glanced over the application for the kid again.

He was very beautiful, exquisite almost.

Poor kid, he didn't look like he would be able to handle a monster like Saint.

"You are doomed, kid." Kit sighed empathetically and picked up the phone to order himself another coffee.

Of course not, his order.

He never drank anything other than what Saint liked when he was near the office because his stuff was never really his, anyway. It was Saint's it had been like that since they were kids. He looked down the hall with longing.

My poor coffee...

Saint's malicious words echoed in his head, reminding him of the plethora of work to come.

"Scratch that we are both doomed." Kit said sadly and then a voice on the other side of the phone asked for his order. Then he really couldn't wallow anymore, as there really was far too much to do in a day as Saint's right-hand man.