Jason
There was a loud argument in the background, and then the doors to my office flew open. It could only be one person.
“Eleanor,” I muttered, rubbing my temples as the headache behind my eyes intensified. “I am really not in the mood for an unannounced visit today, especially from you.”
She had such an icy presence that seemed to suck the life and happiness out of every room she walked into. Clad in a sharp, tailored cream pantsuit, with every blonde hair perfectly pinned into place, she looked every bit the high-society widow my father had left behind. And right now, her face was twisted into pure rage.
“Oh, you’re not in the mood?” Eleanor scoffed, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she marched toward my desk. She slammed her designer leather clutch down onto the tab
