C87 If You Know What's Good for You Then Please Please Me

Jorrell stood at the office entrance, his gaze dark and piercing as he stared at me.

Realizing his presence, I quickly lowered my head, too intimidated to look up again. At that moment, I was seized by the urge to slap myself – why was my luck so rotten?

It seemed every time I spoke ill of Jorrell, he was there to overhear it. And just when things between us had finally started to calm down