MONDAY MORNING WAS usually one of his favorite moments of the week. Normally, anyway.
“Good morning, Mr. Johnson.” Martine chirped at him as he slunk past her desk and entered his office. His head throbbed like a motherfucker.
The door clicked shut just as he got to his chair and dropped into it.
“What's up your a*s this morning?”
He rolled his eyes at the woman who, if he was completely honest, was one of his best friends.
“Nothing you haven't seen before, Martine, I'm sure.”
The blonde woman who oversaw everything behind the scenes of his company stepped forward and ran a keen eye over him.
“I’m really not in the mood for you this morning.” He looked up at her quickly, then glanced down at the file he’d placed on his desk Friday night before leaving.
Martine frowned harder, pursi
