Jessica’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I stared at her coldly before speaking again. “Will you please book an appointment now? I have something to discuss with him,” I asked her in a calm tone while clutching the tiffin box tightly in my embrace. Why did everyone think about me as a pushover, huh? Was I so easy to bully after going through so much, huh?
“Sure… but the appointment has been scheduled for the next week. You can come back the next week at the same time,” she answered me, faking politeness. I didn’t know why she was so hostile towards me, but she was now getting on my nerves. She was at the front desk of Martin’s Group with this attitude.
I thought about giving Thomas a call so that he could come here and clear my identity here but shrugged off the idea.
“Then I will wait for him her
