Annabelle's POV
"Get moving, those flowers won't arrange themselves. I am sure I don't have idiots as staff. What's with all the hold-up?". I barked orders at them, huffing in annoyance.
Why was I in charge of this? Why didn't he just hire enough people or at least professionals?
"Easy there, tiger. I know you want everything to be perfect, but making people have a hostile working environment would make your whole hard work go in vain. So I suggest you tone down the bitchy attitude."
Aaliyah put her hands on my shoulder. I gave her a side glance, wondering when she arrived.
"I wouldn't behave like that if they knew their f*****g job, so spare me the lecture, Aaliyah. If I needed an advisor, I would have paid a shrink for an hour session."
Rolling my eyes, I left her, but she clea
