Party Twenty-Five.

Beatrice went to make coffee for herself on the second floor when Mia popped up beside her suddenly, almost making Beatrice spill the liquid coffee on the floor.

“Mia!” Beatrice gasped out, shockingly, and turned around to glare at Mia.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop sneaking up on me that way, you know how I easily get startled?” Beatrice frowned at Mia, who rolled her eyes at her.

“How are you doing?” Mia chirped, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

She was the one who picked Beatrice late at night when they arrived in New York from Austria, although Ben had insisted on taking her home, which she turned down stubbornly.

“Breathing and alive,” Beatrice scoffed as she sipped the coffee, staying with Ben in the office for almost ten hours per day was more than a punishment to her.

“So,” Mia smirked, she was still waiting for Beatrice to give her some gist and details on how her day went with the boss.

“Mia, we're still at work, get that ass of yours patient,” Beatric