I sit in my office, handling some paperwork. And of course, in comes Callum, with a smile.
"Hey, Boss! How are you? I bought you coffee."
I look up at him. "Coffee?" He places it on my desk.
"Coffee. Just coffee." He smirks. "Were you expecting something else?"
I look down. "Of course not. Good bye, Callum."
He looked at me with a smile. "Actually. I'm not done talking to you."
"I'm your boss."
"Then fire me," He sneers. "Answer me this: You know him, don't you? So wait for it."
"What is your obsession with scar?"
"What is your obsession with pretending you don't hate him?!"
I lick my lips. "I don't. Now, get out."
He shrugs. "Okay. Bye, boss."
He saunters out, with a knowing smirk. God, he thinks he's so hot.
He thinks he's right. But he's not.
My phone rings. Instinctively,
