"Oh my God," Noreen groaned this morning. "I've never felt like waking up this early in my life was something I shouldn't have done."
Lisbeth raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Why? Because your possessive boss is going to make a lifelong pact with you? Oh come on, my bestie, you're so lucky! I never thought he'd be that handsome and rich! Oh my! Even his bodyguards drive Rolls-Royces!"
"Shut up, you flirtatious queen! I'm going to hang myself today, and he'll still claim my corpse to serve him 24/7!" Noreen grumbled.
Lisbeth stared at Noreen, her face serious this time, and her teasing smile fading from her lips.
She set down her cup of freshly brewed, fragrant black coffee and sat down next to Noreen, her own cup in hand.
"Noreen, I think that Thiery Bradley is really in love with you,"
