Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small.
When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she se...
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"And what about the word reschedule, don't you understand, hm?" I snap at my receptionist. She remains silent, her lips pinched together. I scowl at her nasty expression.
Call me arrogant, call me rude, you can call me whatever you want. But the one thing I despise, are stupid women. Ones who cant do a simple task they're asked, and who think batting their eyelashes are going to get them anywhere, especially in a business like this.
My fourth receptionist this month, and shes about to be my last.
"Im... sorry sir. But Mr. Klark said he is not leaving until he speaks with you. W-What am I supposed to tell him?" She holds her hands together, tightly clasped, knuckles white as she speaks through gritted teeth.
She'll be gone by the end of the day.
I sigh, and close my laptop.
"Alright Macie. You're excused. Send him in." I keep my expression calm, and offer her a small smile. She nods, and mutters an okay before currying out the room. I hate how afraid she acts.
A moment later, my partner walks in. His smirks is giant on his face, his lips curved up in a annoying grin. Hes always been an easy read, from the day we met.
He managed to hid it from me the day we agreed to work together, but once the contract was signed, that stupid ass smirk has never left his face. Although it faltered when he saw Maison. This man doesn't have a nice bone in his body, so why he liked Maison makes no sense.
She a pretty girl, very pretty. A pretty pain in my as to say the least. But shes also sexy as fuck.
Nic takes a seat across from me, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he does so.
"I'm very intrigued as to why you forced your way into my office tonight. That's another receptionist gone to waste." I say.
He chuckles, crossing a foot over his knee. He copies my actions.
