"Hah! So what if she's some Ivy League hotshot? Even my designs from a third-rate college are lightyears ahead of hers!"
Alicia sneered, her gaze flicking away dismissively. Carlos didn't even glance up from his documents—he wasn't about to let her nose around company affairs.
"What, you got nothing better to do?"
Carlos let out an exasperated sigh as Alicia lingered beside him. Though he cherished their quiet moments, having her laser-eye him while he worked was unnerving.
"How'd you guess? Finally growing a conscience and letting me out?"
She grinned, stretching her arms. Being cooped up with a fever and zero English skills had been torture.
Carlos' lips twitched as he pulled up the actor's profile. "In your dreams. Get me the dirt on this guy."
Alicia's eyes widened at the screen
