My office door busted open. Vanessa trodded in with a mischievous smirk. She paused at my desk.
"You summoned me, Your Highness," she taunted with a bow.
I ignored her condescending words and scanned through my emails. "Didn't your babysitter teach you how to knock before entering a room?"
She was still the same. Her time in France hadn't taught her anything. Vanessa like always had no respect for anyone's privacy. She would barge into any room. It was an annoying quality when we were teenagers. Even more so now.
She perched in the chair opposite my desk. "Yep, but it doesn't apply to you. I figure if you ordered me to get to your office, you wouldn't have anything out in the open that you didn't want me to see. And we both know you're not the type to bring home your playthings." One c
