C22 MARK MY WORDS

Mark My Words.

Ender paced the floor of the plush office, staring momentarily at the Patek Philippe on her wrist.

When the door flew open, she turned her gaze to the man that's just walked in.

"You had me waiting for hours, Philip." Ender crossed her arms over her chest and shot him a hostile glare.

Philip walked to his desk and pulled out the chair. "What are you doing here?"

Ender scoffed