Chapter 940 Ex-Lovers’ Belligerent Tension

Tiffany placed her notebook down on her desk before snapping pointedly, “And where am I supposed to sit?” Jackson replied without raising his eyes to hers, “Grab a chair yourself, duh. How the hell did you end up as ‘assistant director’ with that brain?” His retort chaffed Tiffany enough that she snickered, placing her hands on her hips. “It’s not that I wanted to be one, you know. I came here thinking I was going to be a mere supervisor! Anyway, you already know that I got my job through my connection, so why even bother asking, Einstein?” Perhaps a little worried about her tone, Amy quickly interjected with feigned coughs. “Er, Miss Lane? You could grab a chair and move to my desk.” Tiffany stormily yanked a chair to where Amy sat, took a seat, and glowered at Jackson. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh? Don’t you dare kill my cactus with those poisonous fingers of yours!” Jackson immediately retracted his hand from the prickly plant and assumed a more serious, upright posi