Yes Boss!
Hugh asked pointing at me, shamelessly as always, unknowing to Nathan's murderous expression, while I frowned at his sexist comment.
"Hugh," Nathan spoke through clenched teeth, "meet Savannah Tresscot, my girlfriend."
Holy Shit! Did Mr. Jealous Brooding Boss just say girlfriend! And just like that, I instantly forgot the maggot trespassing in on our lovely-dovey moment.
"Holy Cow! Morning Myrtle?"
Or not.
I guess this time, it was me with the murderous expression as Nathan quickly said, "Hugh, let’s go to my private suit, shall we? It's much more comfortable than this office."
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