POV: Victoria

“Erm, I… I…

Why don’t we forget about that and talk about,”

“Which one!” He asked sternly, stopping me from dodging his question.

“The Ferrari,” I let out softly, thinking he would yell at me. But he just looked away as if it didn’t matter,

“It suits you,” he told me, leaning further on his seat and staring at me.

“So why are you here?

State your business and get the hell out of my business!” he lets out sternly.

“Fine!

Just show me to my office and I’ll be out of your way,” I told him, smiling down at him.

“What office?

What the hell are you...