CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: TEST RESULTS.

If looks could kill, then Purple would long be dead from the dagger shooting looks by her boss. Her palms twitched in discomfort as her head hung low. For goodness sake, he should say something other than just staring at her.

"Why is there no report from you about the shareholders' account?"

Purple heaved. Finally, he spoke! "I'm sorry sir, I'll have them delivered to you today,"

He searched her face. "Miss Brendon,"

"Yes, sir,"

"You were supposed to send in those records yesterday,"

"So…something came up," she stammered.

"You allowed whatever it is you're dealing with to affect your job performance?"

She bit hard on her lips, searching her brain for a suitable explanation. It was not her fault, but how could she tell him that she had been worried sick about her boyfriend in that she hadn't slept a wink throughout the night, nor could she concentrate on the records.

There was no telling him that she had rushed Lucas to the hospital this morning because the abdominal pain had increased