“Did you have a good night?” John hissed as soon as Anya stepped inside his office. He was still seething from what he saw last night.
Anya gave him a tight smile, remembering how cozy he was when he was talking to Pauline. “How about yours? I bet it was simply amazing!” her words held so much venom in them that it shocked John.
‘How dare she speak to me this way when clearly she was having a blo@dy fu@king night with that ex of hers?’ “Oh, I had a rather tiring night, Ms. Smith, and am I wrong in assuming that yours was too?” It was tiring as thoughts of her being in bed with her ex haunted me till sunrise.
“It was, indeed!” she gave him a tight smile and gave him the day’s schedule. “Should I order in, or should I reserve a table for four for your lunch meeting, Mr. Ray?”
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