*Liam*

This had been happening for five days in a row. I looked at the clock to see that it was nearing 5:00 p.m.

Flipping through a few pages of the financial reports on my desk, I realized I couldn’t focus.

Loral would stop by soon yet again asking for me, and then quickly escape after my Beta told her I was busy or working or on the phone.

Was she so spoiled and immature that she thought this game of hers was funny?

Tossing the paper ...