Miles raised his brow when he saw me walking to the shop. Ivana is beside him with narrowed eyes. I frowned. “I’m sorry. I’m late,” I told them.
I am thirty minutes late and this is the first time that it happened. It’s Clayton’s fault but there is no way I’m telling them that. I pleaded Clayton to not walk me here because I don’t want my friends to know yet. They are definitely going to freak out and Ivana might pull my hair.
“Are you okay?” Ivana asked.
I nodded and walked to the back office. The two followed me as I sat on the swivel. My whole body is sore but I can still function. I can still assist and supervise in sales.
“Ivana and I are going to the meeting. Can you handle it here?” Miles asked me in a worried tone.
I nodded but Ivana looked me intently. “Did you stay up a
