He opened the folder and slid an NDA across her new desk.
"Standard non-disclosure agreement," he began, "and with specific emphasis on Mr. Baldwin's personal aide. You are not to discuss anything regarding their personal life, family, financials, or routines. Only matters that are publicly available and pre-approved by Mr. Baldwin himself can be posted or referenced."
Eva raised a brow. "Fred?"
"Yes," Harold said, without a hint of irony. "You'll find he has as much to protect as Mr. Baldwin."
She signed, her hand steady even as her thoughts weren't. This was no ordinary job. Nothing about Alex was ordinary, not even the people orbiting around him.
As the lawyer left, Eva leaned back in the soft leather chair, staring out the window at the cityscape.
