Chapter Twelve
Jana
I bit back the urge to swear, satisfying myself with a sharp glare at the phone on my desk.
“Of course, Mr. Simmons. Ms. Walsh will be happy to reschedule her meeting with you,” I said so sweetly, my tone even annoyed me.
The demanding Mr. Simmons settled on a time, and I hung up, rather pleased with myself for not telling him to f**k off.
Zoe stepped out of her office and leaned her hips against my desk. “What's that look for?” she asked.
“Oh, that was Mr. Simmons. He rescheduled. Again,” I said sweetly with a roll of my eyes.
“Oh God. He’s such a pain in the a*s about scheduling. I don’t think I’ve ever scheduled a meeting with him that wasn’t rescheduled at least three times,” she replied with a slow shake of her head.
“Yeah, so I got to deal with him after d
