Pheromones

Aurora's Point Of View

I arrived at the company, and immediately, I rushed in like a madwoman. I was an hour late for the presentation, and I couldn't curse Mr. Gomez enough for all the turmoil he had put me through.

If he hadn't requested coffee in the city, everything would've gone smoothly. In my defense, that was all he ever wanted. He wanted to stress the living hell out of me and see me fall so he'd use that as an excuse to get rid of me.

Inside the office, I frantically tried to gather my things while balancing the cups of coffee in my hand. I was disheveled, with my hair messy and my blouse wrinkled with coffee stains on it. That was all thanks to my ex-husband.

Fumbling with my phone and laptop, I tried to pull up the mock board presentation I was supposed to present. I felt stressed and overwhelmed, knowing that I was late and unprepared. I had also kept the boss waiting.

He wasn't in his office when I arrived, so I guessed he'd be waiting in the conference room. With that