BRIANA THOMPSON
Working on a Saturday was the last thing I wanted today, but somehow, out of nowhere, an emergency came up that required someone from the presidency to be present.
And guess who they called?
Me, of course.
I had other plans for my Saturday, and Alexander is going to owe me for this one because he could have handled this problem for me—seeing as he seems to have no home and practically lives in the hospital.
"Have you gotten rid of that grumpy face yet?" he says, poking his head into my office.
"No!"
He smiles.
"Can I come in, princess?"
"No!"
"Wow, someone's in a bad mood."
"Get out."
"I'm coming in. I come in peace, princess." He enters and sits in front of me, watching me work.
"Don't you have any patients?"
"No!" He keeps looking at me.
"What do you want?"
