“Can I help you?” her wide eyes held a clear emotion of shock, face red as a tomato yet her tone wasn’t, the nerve of this woman, “I just thought I’d stop by and see you but apparently even without me here, your topic of discussion is me,” he smirks when her wide eyes narrow down and her stance change to defensive.
Chet was right, she's all talk and no claws... and damn it why do I find that cute...
“But before we go into that, I want you to see this, please, put aside your childish antics and have a look at this,” he places the file in front of her as he settles down, gesturing for her to do the same.
She looks at him and the file twice before settling down in her chair, retying her hair and putting her glasses on, she begins to read the contents of the file.
Marc observes the woman s
