"Zeina, please deliver this to Mr. Adrian," Miss Claire instructed, handing me a few folders.
My heart began to race immediately. Out of all people, why him? It was only a small task, but after that… incident, I’d hoped to avoid him for a while. The last time we’d spoken, I’d accidentally let a few choice words slip out, and he hadn’t exactly been forgiving about it.
I glanced at Jon across the room, silently begging for backup, but asking him to come would only add to my embarrassment. I could already picture him smirking at me.
"And… you finished the report, right?" Miss Claire continued, not giving me a moment to escape. "Could you also get us some coffee? Latte. There's a coffee shop downstairs."
"Coffee?" I repeated, caught off guard.
"Yes, Zeina. You do know what that is, don’t
