Bridgette's POV
I glanced at the pile of documents on my desk with a frown. The amount of work I met was ginormous and I had only one person to blame for it; Rhysand Warner.
I got to work, checking the hard-copy documents and matching their information with the one on my computer. It was not my work to do, but my secretary informed me that Rhys had his secretary bring them in and he specified that he wanted me to do it.
"That piece of... shit." I exclaimed when I discovered that he'd given me the files of all the other departments to vet.
"Is he out of his mind? He thinks I have nothing to do with my time?" I voiced to myself, visibly pissed by the treatment.
Just then, my secretary walked into my office.
"Miss Bridgette e, Mr. Rhys is asking for you. He's in his office." I sighed
