Anna's PoV
My eyes were wide and fixed at the man I called my boss, who sat only a few feet away across my Dad, his feet one of his feet over the other, a gentle smirk on his lips as if he owned the place. "Hello, Ms. Collins."
"What are you doing here?" My voice was barely a whisper under my breath but I knew he heard it anyway because he opened his mouth to answer me, and he probably would have, had my father not cut in.
"Well, we are almost done with the deal. I just signed the shares off. It's nice of you to join us, Anna. I was insisting Mr. Davis to stay for dinner and the New Years' party. Don't you think so?" My dad looked at me.
Pulling a smile on my lips, I nodded. "Oh, Mr. Davis should totally stay."
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Being the last year of the night, my father had given the cook a holida
