Abigail
I was going to bitch-slap Drake all the way to hell.
It was either that or I was going to lose my mind if I had seen him one more time or the stupid flowers he kept sending me.
I snatched the fake flowers piled up on my desk and stuffed them in the office shredded, feeling a bit satisfied at the sight of the shredder tearing them to pieces.
How had he even gotten them delivered to my desk?
It was barely nine in the morning on a Tuesday and Mr Wolfe would not be showing up to the office because he would be working from home.
His words, not mine.
I refuse to think about that…that jerk. The way he had coldly spoken to me in the conference room, I didn't think I could ever forget. I had bigger things to worry about though.
Because the boss was conveniently working from home, I had to oversee the briefing of the models for the photoshoot and guess who was part of the models?
