Chapter Eight
Bang!
The door slammed open, and Trent flinched back from Adalia’s knees. She swiveled in the chair. Her heart sank then was set ablaze with burning hatred.
Michelle Van Heerden stood in the doorway, staring at them with her hands on her well-shaped hips. Thin and comely at the same time. She was the perfect woman with her long, blonde hair and her plush ‘b*****b’ lips.
“What are you doing here?” Adalia snapped out each word with so much force that Michelle shuffled back an inch.
She strode in a moment later, flashing a confident smile. “I came to find Mr. Dawson.”
Trent rose to his feet. “You’re a warning away from getting fired, Michelle. I’ve had enough of your interruptions.”
“Sir, I had an important call from Mr. Harrington regarding a business endeavor.”
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