"Slept together?” Hendrix raised his eyebrows.
I didn't react at first, but I soon understood what he meant. My face turned pale. "No!"
"Huh!" Hendrix sneered. He glared at me, his gentle self more distant now. "Arianna, do you think I'll actually believe what you said?"
"Hendrix, at least, I deserve the chance to explain, right?" The headline was published for a while now, but Sawyer and I didn't do anything to handle it and things were blown out of proportion.
Hendrix didn't seem to have any patience. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Director Reid, speaking to your boss about your personal affairs isn't why Roberts Group is paying you a high salary."
"Hendrix..."
"Director Reid, you should know better than me when and where is the right place to do certain things, right?" He raised his eyes and asked. There was obviously anger in his voice.
I was about to say something before Evan suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Director Reid, Mr. Roberts has a lot of matters to attend to."
Obviously, it was another way of asking me to leave.
I looked at Hendrix and noticed his reaction. It was obvious that he didn't wish to speak any further with me.
Ignoring Evan, I looked at Hendrix and said, "In that
case, when are you free then, Mr. Roberts? We will have a discussion then."
Hendrix didn't speak and his face turned gloomier.
It was then when Evan said, "Director Reid, if there's nothing else, please return to your office!"
There was nothing I could do about it. I walked out of the office and ran into Josiah, who had just exited the lift.
He was carrying a load on his hands. When he noticed me exiting from Hendrix's office, he said, "Have you quarreled?"
I nodded. It could be considered one, after all!
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