Making a Point
I enter the office followed by Livia, who prudently stays a step behind.
"Why do they have to be such idiots?!" I huff as I drop into my chair behind the desk. "I remember why I was happy in London," I say to Livia, who looks at me with a sympathetic smile, "I had forgotten what it was like to live with so much testosterone around."
"If I may, I think they're just tense about the new project."
"It's more than that," I murmur.
"Would you like me to order something?"
I shake my head.
"I'm fine for now," I say as I stand up and walk over to the office fridge on the side and grab a bottle of water.
I turn around and find Salvatore in the doorway.
Livia shifts under his presence, and when she lowers her gaze, I see how he intimidates her.
I huff.
"Livia, you can leave.
