CHAPTER THIRTY
My stomach grumbled yet again for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Where the hell was my damn coffee? I had sent my new secretary off to get one good Starbucks and that was almost thirty minutes ago. Just who did I have to kill around here to get some good dose of caffeine? I stepped out of the office, every much aware that the workers were still gossiping about that stupid kiss. Why did that douchebag have to kiss me like that and that too in front of people? Now people were already speculating that I slept my way into this job. As ridiculous as that mere thought of it sounded in my brain, I could understand why they thought that. Still, it made my blood boil. I knew I shouldn’t care about what people were saying but if you had been through half of what Saul made
