Chapter Twelve - Lunch

KIEFER DY MONTEFALCO’S POV

It was lunchtime. I left the conference room while massaging my forehead because the client I dealt with was a pain in the ass.

“Why am I suddenly receiving these kinds of clients, I never asked for those,” My hands formed into a grip, and thought about the previous secretary.

“She must be the one behind that,” I almost cursed before I bumped into someone with an alluring scent.

Even if I wasn’t looking, I knew that it was my mate I bumped with as I held my breath, just being close to her was making it hard for me to calm myself down.

“O-Ouch, would you please look at where you’re going, Mr. Montefalco?” Rosita complained formally.

I stepped away from her before planting a blank expression on my face, “What do you want? I’m busy,”

“You’re not busy as of this moment, you’re free until one because your next meeting will be at that time,” She informed me.

I raised my eyebrows before looking at my phone, “You’re right, it seems like you’re getting along with th