Galen
“Is that how hard you can go? You are barely putting in an effort.” I winced and strained harder, wondering why it was so difficult now to please her.
I watched her with a glare, she was indifferent to my stare and stared down at the timer, her upturned lips showing how disappointed she must be in me.
Not like I cared, I scoffed internally.
I was Galen Albert, the CEO of companies and subsidiaries that were worth close to half a trillion in our yearly revenues. Why should I care what a nineteen-year-old thinks about me?
Folding her pants above her ankles, she entered the pool but remained on the sidelines which was a bit more shallow.
A tuck of a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she tsked shaking her head. “I understand why Dr James is never pleased.”
I slammed the ba
