Chapter 682

"Oh," I said, not bothering to ask who it was, and walked straight to the conference room. "Hey! Hold on," Xander called after me. "That model yesterday wasn't Bran." "Yeah, I know," I said, holding the rim of my coffee cup with my lips. "I buried Brandon myself." Xander nodded slightly and watched me enter the conference room, where I spotted someone seated inside. It was Chris. He was staring at me as if trying to read my mind. I felt amazing today, especially after putting on some makeup. I felt like I was glowing when I left home. Plus, the injury on my leg had healed a lot overnight, and walking didn't hurt nearly as much anymore. Chris checked me out and casually said, "You're running late." "Yeah. Mainly because my boss lets me slide and doesn't take money out of my paycheck," I replied and saw Chris tense up. Back at Gildon Corporation, I'd get fined just like everyone else if I was late or left early. I never got any special treatment, even as the president's fiancée.