I pull out my phone and check it—five missed calls.
"My phone was on silent," I tell him.
"Do you mind?" Adrian snaps at Robert, glaring at him angrily.
"Who are you?" Robert asks, his tone challenging.
"I’m really not in the mood, but if you want to get your ass kicked, you can stay."
He can’t be serious. He’s not really about to fight my boss’s son, is he?
"Oh yeah?"
Robert pushes me behind him and steps closer to Adrian.
I glance at the two men squaring off like wildcats ready to pounce. Adrian is tall and lean, with height on his side, but Robert is more muscular. If they actually start fighting, there’s no way I’ll be able to stop them.
"Robert, leave," I order firmly.
"Are you okay, Priscilla?" Robert asks, and I nod.
"Just go, please."
"Alright. Call me," he says, slippi
