-Jafaar's POV-
I was slightly and pleasantly surprised when Kamal decided to let the subject go for the time being. He went further into my office, grabbed himself a bottle of water from my mini fridge, and started, “Well,” he sat down in the chair opposite my desk. “You know that publishing firm that you signed a contract with, they are waiting on the contract.”
“Isn’t that your job?” I asked, clearly annoyed by this question.
“Yeah, but I told you to look at the last details that they added to see if you’re in agreement to it. Apparently, you didn’t.”
“Oh sh-” I hissed under my breath, and sifted through the folders on my desk until I found the one that he was talking about. “Sorry, man.”
“Mmhm,” his quipped, clearly unimpressed with my ineptitude. “Don’t tell me Princeess Jacobso
