A drink with James.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SALLY

I walked out after the meeting ended. The meeting lasted for longer than sheduled, and the plan was to lock myself up in my office and sleep for thirty minutes.

I was completely drained.

I opened the door to my office and was shocked to see Beverly parading my office. I tilted my head backwards and turned to my secretary, whose head was buried on her system.

I wanted to ask her why she let Beverly in, but decided to let it go.

I opened the door freely and walked straight to my table, ignoring Beverly completely.

"Hello, love," Beverly greeted me with a mocking tone.

"Love?" I asked and scoffed. "I'm very tired right now and do not have the time for your drama."

"You always do."

Beverly pulled out the chair in front of me and sat on it. She placed her leg on my table, and I rolled my fist.

"You didn't even at least ask the reason I'm here."

"Asking means I'm ready to entertain you. I'm not, so get the fuck out of my office."

"Come on, don't be like that,"