Garth's POV

AN HOUR LATER

I walked into my office and I met Catherine sitting comfortably on my seat, with her legs crossed scandalously in a short dress.

I paused, giving her a flat look. I wasn't surprised by her presence. She ignored the couch decked in one corner of the office, and also the visitor desk.

She made herself comfortable on my seat, with her short dress showing off her thighs.

“What are you doing here, Catherine? You are not allowed in my office.” I said.

“All your staff, even your assistant, know better than to try to stop me from coming in here, Garth.” She responded and flung...