C12 A Meeting With The Devil

Just then, the door creaked open and Trisha stepped in.

“Ma’am, Mrs. Sinclair requests your presence in her office,” she announced.

I swallowed, turning briefly to Derek as I rose to my feet.

“I suppose she has some work for me,” I said, forcing a light smile, hoping he would take the hint and leave.

Instead, a pleased smile curved his lips.

“Good timing