He is leaning against his seat, giving me a long look. I shut the door and sit directly opposite him, placing my bag on the mahogany desk.
“Has time been changed and I didn’t get the memo?” he starts. “So 8 means 8.30 these days?” He props his elbows on the table and leans towards me. I do the same too and gaze at him. No glaring at all. I think I’m over him.
“I got held up.” I answer boldly. I won’t allow him to intimidate me. Those days are over and this is my company too.
“Held up with my best friend? You should know how to keep time miss Reynolds.”
“So what is this meeting about? I guess it’s not about your best friend and all the unimportant crap.” I lean back on my seat.
“I like your choice of words.” He grins and types something on his iPad. He turns it to show me. I just make
