Denise’s brows were wiggling at me when she got inside my office. She must have seen that Clifford dropped me off the office just now—which is embarrassing, by the way, because he looked like he was marking his territory in front of all my employees.
“What was that I saw in the lobby?” she asked excitedly as she took a seat in front of me.
I rolled my eyes, feigning ignorance, as I switched my computer on. When she noticed that I am not giving her any attention, she leaned closer until she was annoyingly too close. “What the hell, Denise?” I asked her, irritated.
She grinned at me and wiggled her brows exaggeratedly. “Come on!” she beamed as she hit the table like a kid in a tantrum. “I want to know what happened. You were just your usual annoying in-denial self when I was at your pl
