Shawn fled without even shaking my hand.
How rude.
I snorted and carried my box into my new office.
It was clean and decorated simply. In fact, from inside the office, I could see everything that was going on outside clearly. From the outside, however, people would only be able to see a vague figure.
It was obviously designed to protect one's privacy.
I put my things away and sat down.
About an hour later, the landline rang.
I answered it and heard the receptionist say, "There's a Mr. Austin Smith here to see you."
Austin.
When I heard his name, I couldn't help feeling a little irritated as I recalled Phoebe's accusations.
Phoebe and I barely mingled with each other. How could she have known that Austin and I had almost got together? And how could she have known that Austin's com
