CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“No, I said, make sure all the important client emails are-you know what? Just forward them to me. I may be on vacation but that doesn’t mean I’m off work, okay? I’ll do all meetings over skype and make sure you keep me informed of everything happening in the company,” I ordered, pacing to and fro in my hotel suite, dressed only in a white bathrobe embraided in gold with the hotel’s name.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Alen answered dutifully.
“Okay,” I cut off the call, sighing simultaneously as I threw the phone on the bed. When my eyes fell on my three friends sitting on the edge of one bed, they were all looking at me like I was a hopeless case.
“What?” I questioned; hands placed firmly against my hips.
“Why are we calling this a vacation again?” Racheal stood up,” Since we land
