Reaching back to her office, Charlene slumped her tired body on her swivel chair. She then checked her table clock. It’s only half-past eleven. Half an hour before her lunch-time, with Maximus.
The whole morning went fine. It was awkward from the start since Max caught her off guard. If she would score his assholeness, he was six over ten. He truly enjoyed mocking and laughing at her after confessing why she left him that night and why she ran away two nights ago. Moreover, it gave her relief for coming out clean on him.
Huffing, she then opened her computer and checked some emails from Damien. She did receive one message from him, saying Max asked permission from him to take her for lunch for some business meeting.
“Damn!” She palmed her head. She checked her calendar,
