(THIRD POV)
"So, son, tell me, you were busy, screwing some dude while Noah McKnight was planning on screwing us?"
Carlos groaned, that was not how he thought the conversation would go. No one ever wanted their parents to find out about their escapades while at work. There was no CCTV in his office, he rechecked every corner of the office as soon as he agreed to work with his father.
So, who told him that the same day Noah called him to McKnight Company, there was a guy on his knees sucking him?
"No way." Carlos thought. It wouldn't be his assistant. It really wouldn't. He would hate to let go of the lady, she has been a great assistant to him. But if he had to choose between his privacy and someone who tattled about his escapades to his daddy, then to hell with the best assistant.