Chapter 92 Romour?

*Lilith POV*

God knows how many times today I have been trying to avoid my boss to the core; after that day he spat that rubbish, I have been avoiding him like plague, and as for Thierry, he still never wants to see my face.

"Miss Ava, the boss requests that you bring the documents and go inspect the distribution." Stacy informed me, sounding annoyed; of course she should be. This is the fifth time she would be telling me this, but I still don't want to go out of the office.

"Miss Ava!" She shouted at the top of her lungs this time around, making me fret out of my shackles.

"Jeez! Can you give me a break? If the documents are so fucking important, then go give them to him yourself!" I snapped, glaring hardly at her.

"Miss, are you okay?" Her voice sounded calm, with a hint of worry.

"I'm fine, just some personal life stuff." I huffed, falling back onto my chair.

"Is this about the romour?" My eyes snapped sharply in her direction at the mention of this: "Which romour?" I questioned.

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