Imogene Scott

“At this rate, I might just let this project take my life and swallow me whole.” I grunt as I lean back in my seat. “God, I’ve barely had time for anyone, or even myself.”

Keith grunts as he watches me from across the room. He’s across me in my office and he’s now lying on the cushion around a pile of paperworks.

“I wouldn’t have taken this job if I knew there was so much paperworks involved.” he adds.

I frown. “You could have any of your assistants do it for you.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he sits up. “This way I get to spend time...