The Promise

CHAPTER 7

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"DRACO!" Astoria yelled.

She stormed into Draco's office. Her five-inch heels clicked dangerously against the grey tiled floor.

He frowned and looked up from the pile of papers.

His face contorted in displeasure. This distraction was not welcome.

He narrowed his grey eyes and focused intently on the fast-approaching woman.

Unconsciously, Draco moved the papers around his desk into neat piles, and Helen looked at the charging woman in alarm.

Astoria Greengrass was not on her list of favourite people; the woman was a bloody pain in the arse.

Common courtesy was a lost concept to the ferocious woman, and she usually barked orders at them like house-elves.

Helen got to her feet nervously, and Astoria eyed her with contempt. She waved her hand with purpose and dismissed the intimidated secretary.

Undeterred, Helen glanced at Draco and awaited his instruction. He gave a curt nod.

Hurriedly, she picked up the bunch of papers and made a mad dash for the door.

Astoria looked like she was about to explode.

Draco looked up in mild interest.

She put her hands on his desk, her manicured fingers held on tight to the edge and narrowed her green eyes to mere slits.

The three-piece dark blue suit suited her, and her bosom was clearly visible through the low-cut white blouse.

Leaning forward, the ex-Slytherin woman started to speak. Draco saw the outline of the black lacy bra she wore.

It did not interest him in the least. Lazily he brought his eyes up to meet her furious ones.

Astoria screamed without any consideration to the surroundings, "This has gone far enough."

She hissed cruelly, "You need to run your fucking company and not after some bloody woman."

Draco leaned back into the comfortable leather chair and eyed the fuming woman before him.

The more he watched her, the more his temper steadily rose.

Having heard enough, he brought his hands together and asked sarcastically, "Is MY company failing?"

He emphasized the word "MY."

This was his fucking company, and he would be damned if he let Astoria Greengrass talk to him like this.

Draco tossed a printed paper at her and hissed, "Because last time I fucking checked, our profit margins were at an all-time high."

Astoria placed her hands on her hips and slammed her foot down. The heel scraped against the floor and made them flinch.

Her anger was not sated. She continued with her barrage, "You know exactly what I mean. Clients are beginning to question your absence!"

She took a deep breath, pulled back the chair across from him and sat down.