Amber POV
I hope Enzo doesn’t think he can play with my emotions whenever he likes. He asked me to leave and take care of the conference room, which I did, but I hated him for thinking he could do the deal by himself.
I secured the deal after watching Mr. Eastwood sign the deal. It was to last for three months, and in those three months, this firm would make fifteen thousand grand—a total of one hundred and eighty thousand dollars in profit.
“I could have handled that on my own.” I opened up a conversation the moment our client left.
“And if I did leave you in here alone, what would you have done? I was in there thinking that you’d walk in with Mr. Eastwood, but instead you let him into your office and forgot to mention it to me.”
“You’re meant to figure it out; a client is never late
