After I finished my breakfast, my three mates entered the room together, their presence instantly making the space feel much smaller.
"Here, your juice," Flynn said, handing me a cold glass of orange juice. I took it from him with a skeptical look, wondering how on earth he knew that my breakfast was never complete without a glass of OJ.
"We checked in with Lola about your food preferences," Declan added, easily reading the confusion written all over my face. I mentally thanked Lola for the tip as I took a slow, deliberate sip. I made a conscious effort to maintain the image of a refined, cultured lady. There was absolutely no way I was going to let them see my less-than-graceful, caveman side anytime soon.
"We need to head to our offices now, so you will be left on your own for a bit.
