Annabelle’s POV
A tall man with sharp handsome features and jet-black hair sat at the desk reviewing some papers. He would be around 29-30 years of age. He looked up when we entered, his chocolate brown eyes staring at me without batting an eyelid.
“Sir, Annabelle Carter is here,” informed Cassandra.
“Thank you, Cassandra. You may return to the reception,” said Mr. Warner. Cassandra nodded and left to return to her front desk.
“Good morning, sir,” I said courteously.
“Please have a seat, Ms. Carter. I am Michael Warner, partner, and center manager here. Have you gone through the email we sent you?” Mr. Warner asked, opening his drawer and taking out some papers.
“Yes sir,” I answered as I sat down in front of his desk. His desk was cluttered with papers, a laptop, and lots of importa
