Chapter Eleven

RICHARD

Richard had been on that treadmill for approximately fifteen minutes. He'd woken up earlier than he usually did, probably because he was kinda excited about Taylor's return.

He'd started by walking for five minutes, then run between intervals for three minutes. He'd been at it since he woke up.

Victoria stood beside him, with a bland expression registered on her face. He knew that expression. It reeked of disinterest and somewhere in the line of something else.

He couldn't find the word.

Clutching the grips tightly, he set his sights on his secretary's face. "Say what's on your mind, Victoria?"

Victoria pinned him with a look, then sighed as she glanced down at her wristwatch. "It's 7:7am and she's not here yet."

Richard knew that was the only reason Victoria was in a sour mood. He was beginning to think there was more to her aversion to Ava.

She overdid it most times, but he liked her work spirit so, he had to turn a blind eye most times. Like right now, she wore a