― I guess I have no choice to trust you.
As the silence grew between the three of us, I contemplated whether to tell the girl to go back to Mr. Racini’s lap or just get out of the room because she’s making this whole situation awkward.
Or I think she’s the one waiting for me to go out and wait for my ass outside as they finished what they were about to start. We took turns glancing at Mr. Racini because the decision was on him. He slightly raised his brow and cleared his throat before moving away from his desk and from the girl.
“Miss Villarama,” he repeated. He had composed himself this time. He gestured his hand to the girl and to me. “Angela, please, we need to talk.”
I raised my brow in question. I was not sure if who among us he was referring to. Do we get to talk, or are the
