Charlie stared at him for a minute then grinned. It wasn't a very friendly grin and it didn't reach her eyes. It was rather an expression of dark amusement at what he'd assumed to be her job, along with the fact that at least he didn't have a problem telling her what he actually wanted. If she had to babysit someone, at least it was someone interesting.
"No," she answered with a mild shake of her head. "I'm not the secretary. My boss is the boss of the firm, Lindsey McDonald. It's part of my contract."
Glancing at her watch, her brow furrowed slightly. "He had a few things to take care of tonight, so he's not here," she went on, looking back to Tony. "And don't worry about the suit. Wolfram & Hart probably already has a full wardrobe at your penthouse waiting on you. If they don't, they'll take care of providing it."
There was a brief pause before she made a not so subtle suggestion. "Why don't I show you where you're car is parked? I'd really rather not keep hanging out here after hours. I spend enough time here as it is." Or had, up until Lindsey's return from Hong Kong. Now that she wasn't acting CEO anymore, Charlie hoped to spend more time doing what she did best and less trying to keep the firm from ripping itself apart at the seams.