“No… just get on with it, I have a headache, and I want to leave.” I sit back and cross my arms, feeling how Greta is trying to read me and gauge the change in my attitude of under three minutes while I’m on the verge of rage tears.
“Right, I’m here.” Jyeon walks in, seeming innocent, charming, and flashy in a perfectly cut three-piece black suit over a black shirt, and tie in a tonal look that makes him appear expensive and pulled together. And I inwardly hiss. Hating on him.
Loving the matching black couples’ outfit of the day. Not.
“So, we have to get your assets released as the first port of call. As they were put on a freeze while you’re a missing person, and they can be reinstated once your DA test comes back positive.” Bryant is explaining, and yet I’m staring at Jyeon as he wa
