“What are you doing here?” she asked irritatedly.
“Where were you? It’s nearly 9:30,” he asked angrily.
“It’s none of your business, Xavion. Move now. I have assignments to finish,” she said, trying to reach her door.
Xavion blocked her path. “You are my business. You are my everything. I will only move away if you tell me where you were,” he said stubbornly, and Juliette sighed. He was stubborn, and she knew it.
“I’ve joined work as a part-time trainee assistant to a CEO in an architectural firm,” she said, tiredly.
“Which firm?” he asked, his eyes very serious.
“F. R. Architecture and Designs,” she answered, in a bored tone.
“You’ve joined Felix?” he asked, with his eyebrows reaching his hairline in surprise.
“Yeah. How do you know him?” she asked curiously.
“He worked for
