GLENDA’S POV
I poked my head through the door to peek in at Maurice's study. He turned also immediately, catching me in my sneaking game.
He was standing by his phone. I assumed he had probably just finished with a call or he was waiting for one. Either way, he seemed busy, so I decided to go and come back later.
“I'll come back later.” I spoke in a small voice.
Just as I withdrew my head, trying to shut the door behind me, Maurice stopped me.
“Come. What is it?” He asked as he made his way around his table to his seat. His tone had carried an irate order. And I subtly regretted why I had come to him at this time. He seemed to be in a foul mood.
Slowly and fearfully, I shifted the rest of my body into his study. I shut the door behind me and clung to the door knob. I didn't move fro
