Brandon
I was in my study when Ellison came barging inside, her chin tilted up in that proud manner that told me that she was here to argue. And I wasn’t in the mood, not after what happened downstairs and not after what she said in the morning and from where she was coming back for that matter. “Not now, Ellison, I’m busy.”
“Why are you calling me Ellison?” She questioned.
“I am busy.” I turned to look at the file that the Italian bastard had sent me, I wanted to be done with it before we leave for home in next hour or so.
“Yeah, I can see that, you are busy ignoring me.” She gritted out. She wasn’t wrong, I was indeed ignoring her since she came back from her appointment. But she wasn’t making it easier, she came forward, shut the door behind her and marched to my desk. “You have the
