Unity.
“Seriously? That man dropped you off?” Susan obstructed my way, her palms transfixed on her waist. “Didn't he sack you from his company? What's going on that I don't know?”
I flung my hair backwards and thought to answer her for once, so she would stop pestering me. “The clubhouse belonged to him, so he reinstated me as his secretary, claiming the job didn't suit me,” I said, and that was all, because I didn't want to go ahead explaining how we made up and how he was all lovey dovey.
“Then how is it working under him again?”
“Well,” I folded my arms. “Not too bad! He got me an assistant who works when I'm not available, and as you know, I don't work at night, so it's far better than the clubhouse.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “Provided you're okay around him. Just hit me up if
