Jasmine's POV
"I didn't know you knew Bradley Pittsburg," a voice quipped from behind me and startled me, briefly, before I turned around in my chair and saw Mr. Hollen leaning on the closed door, hands inside his pants pockets, looking at me with raised eyebrows.
"Umm, yeah... I've known him since college," I answered.
His grey eyes locked on me, burning me to my soul. He twitched his bottom lip as if he had a distasteful substance in his mouth. He straightened his posture, and his suit, and I couldn't help but to see how damn sexy and even more handsome he was; but he was upset about something. I knew he was having a hectic day but he was looking at me like he wanted to send me to my grave.
What did I do wrong this time?
"So you two were close?" he asked, coming over to my desk.
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