Chapter 69
Her desk was a mess. Alex had come in this morning – still tipsy, if you were to ask Sophie – and proceeded to toss the contents of Sophie's desk looking for something or other. Receiving nothing but a grunt in response to her demand that Alexis tidy up after herself, she resigned herself to spending half the morning sorting out paperwork.
“What's the status on the hotel contract?” Alex turned towards her, sunglasses blocking the streams of light from her sensitive eyes. “Are we good to go next week? s**t, we really need this one.”
“Um, about that...” Sophie slumped into her chair, preparing herself to give Alex the news, when her phone buzzed, sounding like an angry wasp in her black leather briefcase. “Hold on.” Any distraction was a good distraction as far as this
