Debby’s POV

I check my phone and saw it’s my landlord calling. I stepped away from André and head towards the door, but his voice stops me on my tracks.

“Angel? Where are you going?”

“Toilet?” I said unsure.

I continue heading toward the door, but he came in front of me.

“I have a toilet here in my office, the one downstairs is for employees” he said.

“Oh! Well…… I’m also one of your employees, which means I have to use the one downstairs”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, and mutters some words under his breath.

“Baby, I’ve told many times. What’s mine is yours, why is it...