Chapter 18

Zoey silently psyched herself up.

“It’s only some coffee. No biggie.”

She prepared two americanos and brought them into the president’s office. Laurence was sitting at his desk, his expression cool and stoic as usual. His sleeve was folded, exposing his slender wrist, and a pen balanced between his fingers as he spun it around in boredom. Zoey caught sight of Sarah sitting on the sofa.

Sarah was dazzling, dressed in an eye-catching red, velvet, spaghetti strap dress and curled hair. Sarah possessed flamboyant beauty, her features pronounced and alluring. She was also currently stretched out on Laurence’s sofa lazily, her feet kicking the air as she ran her hands across his books and documents to pass the time.

Maybe they were too boring. Sarah only took a few glances before she threw them aside and said, “Laurence, why does your décor only consist of blank and white? It’s so boring.”

Zoey watched Sarah from behind and couldn’t help feeling envious when she heard Sarah boldly calling L