YVONNE'S P. O. V
I was lying face down, my alarm buzzed, and with a groan, I reached the bedside stand to turn it off.
A few seconds passed
“Get up, Yvonne,” I murmured into the soft pillows, but made no attempt to move. I couldn't, not while I was still wallowing in shame from last night.
“Really? We should go to bed? That was what I could come up with?”
I hit my hands and legs repeatedly on the bed, how had I made such a fool of myself in front of the CEO? At first, it was crying in his arms, now this, what must Mr Voss be thinking of me?
“He's probably reconsidering his decision to make me his Executive officer,” I mumbled.
Most times, I spoke to myself. A lot. In the shower, while I'm thinking or going grocery running, sitting in front of the mirror. Edgar had told me that
