Chapter Eighteen: Evil Ex-wife

A scrawny-looking boy with dark circles beneath his eyes leaves the door where most of the yelling came from. His eyes widen when he spots me before his gaze lowers to the ball beside my foot.

He mutters something under his breath before walking towards me.

"Visitors need to schedule a meeting with Pamella; Mr Gibbons does not take walk-in visitors. He is busy.”

Walk-in visitors? Even if he doesn’t know me, shouldn’t he know Samantha? She handles most of the mundane work directed to me.

"Do you like working here?"

I ask rather than introduce myself, and he scoffs.

"Pays the bills, sure, but I'm out of here once I finish my internship. Nothing is worth this."

He answers, even his voice sounds weary.

The young man, perhaps no older than twenty-five, looks me up and down before a sigh leaves his throat.

"Look, if you don't want him to harass you, dress down. You are too well dressed to be here."

"Too well dressed at a fashion company?"

I ask, and he scoffs.

"Sure, but look at how the oth