Con Artist| 64

“So, what did you want to talk about?” I asked Gwen as I leaned against my desk and she walked closer after she watched the door close. 

“Was that really Xania?” she asked as she sat down on the chair I had pulled out for Xania, I crossed my arms against my chest and waited for her to make her point. “She really doesn’t seem that great,” she said. 

“And your point is?” I asked calmly and she smiled, crossing her leg over the other. 

“What is she doing here?”

“What does that have to do with you?” I asked and she sighed. 

“It has everything to do with me. If you’re planning on making her come back, she’ll be under