"Where have you been?"
As soon as Dean had taken seat at his own desk, Becky had rounded on Elle with a thunderous look on her face. She didn't feel at all intimidated by the tall, waif woman, whose angry expression was merely laughable in the afterglow of spending 'private' time with her boss.
"That's really none of your business," she said with a shrug. "Now go back to your desk where no one can see that ugly scowl of yours."
Her words only added fuel to the fire as Becky audibly exhaled, her tightly fisted hands at her sides. Green wasn't a pretty colour on her, and Elle was fast tiring of her jealous attitude.
"It's entirely my business when I'm getting calls that you should be dealing with. You were meant to be back at your desk for 2, so I'll ask you again... where have you been?
