ROBYN
“Let’s talk in my office.” Spade went instantly into full boss mode; the arrogant and callous president and CEO walked away in a confident stride.
Seeing him in his simple jeans and dark shirt surprised me. And nothing could beat a barefooted man so domesticated.
I followed suit. His office was just around the corner. As he flicked the lights on and widened the door, the elegant room came into view. It was smaller compared to the main office in his building.
A black gooseneck lamp, a laptop on his black, thick desk set at the center with a dark leather chair. A single shelf with unique art pieces and a photo frame of him and Mister Lex Kross. And then a black leather couch in the corner.
“Are you gonna sit down or judge my home office?”
I swallowed hard and went to the couch to
