Receiving his call, I walked into his office and saw Tristan sitting back in his chair. He stared at me with a sharp gaze, like a child who had been ignored by his mother.
"You called me, Mr. Everhart?" I asked, still trying to sound formal and calm.
"Are you done dating my manager, Secretary Evelyne? How did it go, are you going to have dinner together? I heard Lancer has a lot of money. Are you tired of working and starting to chase after him?" he asked sarcastically.
If I could, I would have loved to sew his mouth shut. Why was he so angry just because I talked to someone?
"Yes. We've even started talking about marriage, honeymoons, and having five children together. He's a very romantic man," I replied with a smile.
THUD!
He slammed his desk when he heard my answer. Had I managed to make him angry again with just two sentences?
"Don't play games with me, Evelyne. I don't like your answer! You'd better not talk to him outside of work!"
