"I'm sorry, I meant Mister Alston." I correct myself, clearing my throat, then smile awkwardly at John.
Jeez girl, you should stop calling him by his first name around your colleagues.
I hurriedly steer my eyes away from John to look at Damon again, this time I land my focus on the person he's sitting with.
It's the same woman I saw him with at the coffee shop.
"Who is she?" I ask in a subtly surly tone, budging uncomfortably in my seat, crossing my arms.
"That's Scarlet Miranda, if I'm correct..." He answers.
"What does she do?" I continue asking in impatience, not bothering to let him finish his sentence.
"I heard people say she is some client of his, I don't know about the details though." He shrugs.
I remember Damon also told me this when he drove me to take care of the cut on my leg.
"Ugh..." I hum, still staring closely at her plainly flirting with him.
How bold, she doesn't even try to hide that cheap act of hers, openly setting her long black wavy hair aside for him to have a better look at her... Um...
Fake bosom, apparently, because those are literally oversized.
"Do they usually just..." I narrow my eyes, wiggling my finger subconsciously towards them.
"Go out like that?" I shrug, averting my eyes from the sight to look at John, feeling something enraging brewing inside me.
What's going on with me?
"I don't know about that, but I think he's just working something out with her, personally." He gives me a knowing look, underlining the word "personally".
"Working something out with her non-stop flirting with him?" I lift a brow, my voice full of sarcasm.
"Yeah..." He glances at them once more before turning back to me.
"Well..." He utters.
"That doesn't seem very usual, does it?" He sniggers lightly.
"But then he's a billionaire with quite a reputation, isn't he? It's normal for him to have meetings like that, I guess." He pouts and bounces his shoulders. "He does that all the time."
Huh?
"W- what?" I blurt, feeling extremely uncomfortable at his words.
All the time what?
Okay, girl, calm down.
"What do you mean by he does that all the time?" I cough, leaning back on my chair, trying to control my emotions, not wanting to give away how I'm feeling.
"Apparently, he hangs out with a lot of women. I've heard he's with a different one each time." John muses as he takes another glance at Damon through the window. "The man changes women like he changes his shirt."
"What? How do you know that?" I give him an uneasy look.
"I think you should ask the female employees at our workplace for that, maybe someone like Lucy." He lets out an amused chuckle as he turns back to gaze at me, shaking his head. "They keep track of the boss's every move, I get all of this information from them actually."
"I think you can also check him out on the news?" He spreads a hand out. "The tabloids cover almost everything he does."
What the hell?
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