XXV. Your Place or Mine?

On some days working in the office was gloomy and dull, save for the occasional chatter outside my office.

Today's a different story though. I am the cause of the chatter, thanks to my ever-supportive best friend for selling me out to my employees.

“So, I heard from a reliable birdie that you've married a ‘hottie’ without everyone knowing.” Emily, my secretary said as a way of greeting as she barged inside my office without knocking.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

‘Arya, one of these days I’m going to skin you alive.’ I thought darkly, gripping the pen poised to sign on a document.

I threw her a glance before getting back to work. Or pretending I am. “Yeah, a drunk marriage I can’t seem to get rid of,” I said feigning nonchalance.

She scoffed before settling herself on the chair in front of me, staring at me like I've committed a heinous crime. “Probably because you li