Morrell looked at him, thought better of his intended glare, and muttered something beneath his breath that Adrian didn't bother catching.
The truth was, he was better at brewing drinks than Morrell's fumbling process.
He could finish faster than the twenty-five minutes it took Morrell too.
After all, he had lived as an unpaid maid in his home all his life.
“I'd be damned if I would let a bunch of snobbish fools treat me the same here,” he vowed.
They each carried a tray of the drinks back to their department.
The team was no longer in the main office.
All but one lady.
“The meeting room,” she simply said without looking up from the caricature she was drawing.
Adrian wondered why she was not in the meeting as he followed Morrell to the meeting room.
He could see the team inside t
