A Lycan?

(Lizzy)

“Hey you” I looked up and Tara was gawking at me, of course, after that day she had been giving me a cold shoulder.

“What?” She said cheekily, I didn't mind her rudeness, but smiled and handed her a cup of coffee.

“You look beautiful this morning…your hair looks rich,” I said, blinking mischievously at her, her expression seemed to have softened, but she kept her arrogance as always.

“What do you want Lizzy?” She asked and flipped her hair off her shoulders. I wanted to laugh because she liked compliments and I gave her some.

“Well, I came in late… I'm sure the boss will need these in an hour…do…” I said while taking out some files from my purse and placing them on her desk.

“Can you take these to her,” I added, and she gave me a sour look? Of course, everyone seemed to be afraid of Mason. I asked the receptionist, but she refused,

“With that slutty witch there… I don't think so,” Tara said with a sarcastic scoff and picked up her phone. I was taken aback by her words.

“Um