Krystal was out of her mind with rage – more potent was it since it was directed towards herself. How could she have failed herself that badly? Damn that despotic man anyway. How dared he waltz into her life like that and think he could get away by creating havoc?
There was no time to focus on that impediment though, for she had to find a strategy to avoid firing her employees. The following days were so hectic that it was a wonder she found some time to breathe, forget about worrying about that monster.
It was only during the nights that her sodden mind inadvertently went back to their clandestine encounter, replaying the office scene repeatedly until she could hardly sleep. To counterattack, she’d started working late nights as well, and slept only when her eyelids automatically droop
