Imogene Scott
My fists clenched beside me as I take a deep breath. I wait for the team members to exit the conference room and as soon as they’re all gone, I start talking.
“Why the f**k did you not tell me Damien is involved in this project?” I say as evenly as I can, although my face is growing hot with anger.
“Because I know you.” Keith replies, relaxing in his seat.
His expression is neutral and it angers me more that I don't know what the f**k he’s thinking about. Or why he’s barely giving me a reaction.
“You don’t know me, Keith.” I say under my breath. “Because we went on one f*****g date doesn’t mean you know s**t about me.”
He sighs heavily as he rises to his feet. He takes a step closer to me and places a hand on my shoulder. I want to shake his hand off like it’s a snake
