Abigail
"Redo it,"
My eyes twitched as I blinked rapidly at the impassive statue currently sitting behind the massive desk. This statue was the exact replica of my boss Finnegan Wolfe.
I would have thought the statue was human, but judging from the blank look on his face, those icy emerald green eyes and the fact that the man had made my life a living hell for three days now, he was definitely not human.
"Gaping at me isn't going to get the work done, get to it," He barked and for a moment, his eyes tore away from his laptop screen to meet me, then he cocked his head to the side and popped up a brow like he was daring my daddy tongue to get into action.
It had been like this since I resumed on Monday. I had come to work, all shaky, my body trembling both from losing Raymond Cole over the weekend, to Finnegan finding out every secret that I had managed to keep from him.
Yeah, you could call Saturday my day of reckoning. It was hell.
