Rias POV
I paced my steps into Zenguin Publishers in a happy mood, even though dad had thrown me out, one of my problems have been solved.
I had Colton’s manuscript! That alone put me in a good mood, thus, I walked to sit on my chair confidently. Confidently was the key word.
Even a bug would figure that I was in a good mood right now. Just as I thought of these, Martin came in dropping his bag on his chair. In his hands were coffee, which I figured he got on his way here.
“Good morning, Martin!” I said with a wink.
“Oh my goodness, Rias,” Martin said, dropping his coffee and walking up to me. “You didn’t reply me on WeChat, I thought you left with a serial killer,” he hilariously said making me chuckle.
“What no, how did you get that theory?” I asked, glancing at his today’s outfit.
