Desmond was still gloating when her phone rang with an incoming call. Using his height to his advantage, he took a peek and frowned at what he saw. Her screen was so cracked that he almost couldn't see the name clearly, but he could recognize the name [Ryan]. His lips clenched into a line.
She was just about to slide her finger over the screen when he scowled at her. "Are you seriously going to answer a call while at work?"
She raised her head in surprise. "It's past working hours, Mr. Fort."
"But you are working overtime today. You cannot answer that call." He countered coldly, leaving no room for negotiation.
She wanted to say something mean so badly, but he was the boss after all, so she could only bite her tongue and hold it in. She thought she caught a smile on his lips, but when she blinked, his expression was blank. She must be overthinking it.
