Justine-On the afternoon of Monday, the 26th
Ever since lunch, it’s been one dull meeting after another. The tedium of the day is taking its toll on my nerves as I bite my lower lip. I want to rip my hair out when the current numbers session ends. I sigh in relief that my follicles are intact and exit the conference room for a quick breather.
“When is your next meeting?” Damien asks, joining my side.
“You probably know that better than I do,” I snark, walking the hall.
I’m not upset with Damien; just on a mission. Hell, if I’m lucky, he will help. He would demand it if he knew my intentions. The thought has my lower lips moistening as I grin.
“You’re welcome to join me for this next meeting. The discussion should be brief but satisfying,” I close with a wink.
“As tempting as that is,
