Zion’s POV
“Good morning, Mr. Klein.” My secretary greeted as soon as I got off the elevator, a smile framing her red painted mouth, some of the lipstick on her teeth, causing her to look like she had just sucked off someone’s blood in the bathroom.
“What is so good about this morning.” I wanted to ask, but I didn’t. I hated tardiness, and that was all I kept getting from her.
She held a cup of coffee in her right hand and a file in her left.
I stared at her teeth for a moment and I wanted to tell her to go clean it off, but I sighed and looked away. It was none of my business and I couldn’t fire her out of that, so I just kept it together.
I needed one more strike to send her off anyway, because her cup was almost full. Whatever her name was, she was so incompetent and always get
