"Don't worry. I can speak for myself." I mumbled, remembering exactly how Havoc cut him off when he had wanted to speak for me.
"Sure."
"Thank you."
"See you, Mama Chanel...and you too, Mrs Ax." He said to Chanel...and ohh the younger woman was married.
I was expecting Chanel to ask me to take a seat when the biker left but she didn't. She simply looked at me, waiting for me to say the reason why I was in her office.
"Uhmmm... ma'am, I...was selected as one of the fashion designers for the club."
"Serena Voss?"
"Yes ma'am."
"You're late," she said, her mouth pressed into a thin line. "Your colleagues were here before eight am and you're..." She paused, her eyes moving to the wall clock. "Twelve minutes late."
"I...uhh..." The jacket in my right hand suddenly felt so heavy that I
