(Tiffany)
"Are you settling in well?" Bill asks, trying to act all caring as I settle into a chair just across him. But I'm not having it.
I see the dark shadow under his eyes, and his normally sharp and well-groomed appearance appears disheveled and weary. Clearly sleep is far from him.
There's no sleep for someone in peril I guess. I smirked inwardly.
I sigh and give him a cold look. "I'm not here for small talks Mr Castillo. Let's get straight to business," I said sternly, a hint of hostility evident in my voice.
His expression falters, looking all gloomy. But his gaze is on me.
"You signed the contract of CEO takeover. I suppose this office should be mine for the next six months. Why are you here?" I asked, shooting daggers at him.
Bill's eyebrows are raised like he's trying to
