I reclined in the office chair and rubbed my temples which seemed to be burning in a way that I couldn't understand. I felt extremely guilty about what I did to Adrian.
I closed my eyes, remembering how he humiliated me that afternoon. How he slammed the cake against my face, how he pushed me to the wall and made me hit myself so hard that I went unconscious.
“He deserves everything,” I muttered to myself.
By afternoon, another client had come in. It was the same investment deals that he came to strike with Vixen Couture. I glazed over the client's file lazily and read his name around.
“Alexander Crawford?”
“Yes ma'am,” He responded as he sat opposite me.
I studied his file once more, before taking a stamp and approving it. He smiled and took the file from me happily.
“Give that to
