Vivian’s POV:
My short, breathy chuckles soon turn into a big laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry, what’s that? I don’t speak bullshit.”
I knew better than to say that in front of my boss, but my mind is still in a hectic mood. For heaven sakes, I went to work in flip flops and not a damn person pointed it out.
“Are you wearing flip flops?” Liam asked, staring at my rainbow flops. Of course, out of everyone, he has to be the one who points it out.
“Learn the native tongue of bullshitting because that’s all we do here.” Gianni steps inside the office with a broad grin on his face. “Congrats V,” he said. I couldn’t help but side glance at him. “Like your nickname?” At least he isn’t calling me by the wrong name.
“I can’t be Mr.Everhart’s assistant,” I said, as Gianni and Liam took a seat on
