"You can leave now, Miss Mark." Hames said with a dismissive wave of his hand. 

I glanced at my wristwatch and it was three hours past my closing hour, if I even had one. "Thank you so much, Mr Hendrix, for releasing me at such an early hour of the day." I said sarcastically with a fake smile. 

He raised his head from his laptop, leaned back in his chair and intertwined his fingers. "Oh, really?" He scoffed. "Why don't you wait till it's not so early and do some more work."

My eyes widened at that. I wore a grin at him, shaking my head. "No, thank you. I'll...