Sienna’s POV
I glance at the clock. 6:30 p.m.
“s**t,” I mutter. “It’s already six-thirty? Damn.”
I exhale, stretch my arms, and look up at him. “Alright, sir. Let’s call it a day before we start billing them for emotional damage.”
He chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Oh—uh, okay, cool. I’ll see you tomorrow. We can hand these files off to the investigative team downstairs.”
I tilt my head and smirk. “You can do it. I can do it. Hell, let the assistants fight for it like it’s the Hunger Games.”
He laughs again. “You’re actually funny. Like, really funny.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?”
“Yeah, you’re hilarious. A real Dave Chappelle.”
“Well, you’re a real Cat Williams.”
“Oh, so I’m roasting everybody up in here now?”
We both laugh harder than we should for two people surround
