CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Linda froze from putting papers in her briefcase when CeCe walked into her office that evening holding a white pastry box behind his back.
“Hello. How are you?”
Linda yelled for her secretary.
“I think she’s gone for the day.”
“Get out or I’ll call the police.” She gathered her things faster. “I don’t wanna see you.”
“I’ve been calling you.” He stood in front of her desk. “You haven’t picked up or called me
back.”
“Are you surprised?” She flung her reading glasses on her desk. “I know you’re bad at taking hints but that one should’ve been obvious.”
“I wanted to apologize.”
“You assaulted me, CeCe. You’re lucky I didn’t go to the police but if you come back here again I will.” She slammed her briefcase shut, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door.
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