Jessica’s POV
Zane and Wendell were standing side by side in front. Zane was leaning on the wall at the front right beside the whiteboard while Wendell was standing with his hands leaning on the table. He was in the middle of briefing when I entered and took their attention.
But what really got me was the woman in the farthest seat in the front row.
“Morgan, what are you doing here?”
Those words came out of my mouth without thinking nor a filter of some sort, vividly letting the hint of annoyance from my voice to the entire room.
“Great!” I sarcastically thought, scolding myself internally.
Unfazed, she stood up and nodded her head at me in greeting. Tilting her head and crossing her arm over her chest, she nonchalantly replied, “Will every start of our conversation always start with
