“Giselle,” I say in greeting, and she looks at me with the most venomous glare I am sure she could muster. “Down kitty,” I say, and that just pisses her off more. “What is she doing here? This is a private meeting,” she says through gritted teeth. “This is my office, and she is my fiancé. You are not my client, so there is nothing private about this meeting.
I allowed you this meeting so you would stop harassing my staff. Now state your business and leave,” Zander says in a weirdly calm, but scary tone. “I need to speak to you in private Zander, it's important,” she pleads. “I don't wish to be alone with you. I don't trust your motives. And it seems like you are here to waste my time,” he says.
“No, please, it's important and private. Please Zander, after everything I have done for thi
