Eighteen

ELLIOT'S POV

I groaned and shut my eyes in frustration, wishing that I would open them and the woman standing in front of me would disappear. I had no such luck.

I had known this day was coming, right from the moment I saw the pictures of Zora and I in the papers. I had dreaded this conversation and now here it was, rapidly spiraling out of control.

As usual, Sharon had barged into my office, totally ignoring the protests of my secretary. My secretary had barely left the office before she had started on me.

Thankfully, she had not started creating a scene before she got in. Her fist slammed on the table again, ruffling some sheets of paper there.

"Are you even listening to what I have been saying? Answer me, dammit!" Sharon demanded.

Sharon was like a hound when she wanted something. She would gladly go to the ends of the earth to get whatever it is she wanted. I didn't care where she went. All I wanted was for her to leave me alone.

"I am not in the mood for this," I mutte