“Wait, what?!” Lincoln queried with a bewildered scoff before gazing at Ian who was clueless sitting on his bed. “You made Florence Anya's private secretary?”
Ian threw his hands in the air and shook his head in defense. I, on the other hand, was so surprised that I just kept on staring at Florence who seemed so relaxed, sitting on her chair, breathing in and out like she was meditating when all three of us were in chaos about the confusion.
“Hell, if I assigned that woman to be the Luna’s private secretary. It was Miss Wilson I assigned the job unless she threatened...” Ian trailed off before glaring at Florence as if awareness pierced through him.
Florence looked away and checked her nails while her leg was crossed on the other. As if she wasn't bothered by the current situation at al
