Freda’s POV

I hate to be that girl, but…

I tried hard, fighting the thoughts that kept creeping into my head as I waited outside Emily's office for her to come.

The last thing I'd have expected was for her to see that guy down.

He was an eye candy, I can't lie, but he was a bit too conceited. My type though.

As I waited outside her door, with my eyes glued to the elevator, waiting for her break light, my patience finally wore out, not like it was a lot prior.

I opened the door slightly, and left it that way, in case I needed to make a...