The next morning as soon as Avery and Stacie made it through the door to their desk, with hers having a cup of hot coffee with her name written on it, the chief summoned them into her office.
" Benson, Smith my office now, " the chief had ordered with her head peeping halfway through the door.
The coffee was courtesy of pretty boy who has yet to understand the concept of no, and that he was not her type, as Avery had tried to make it clear several times.
" He is not giving up, is he? " Stacie muttered in a teasing tone as they headed for the chief office.
" I will give him that he is damn persistent, " Avery said before they entered the office.
The woman was once again bent to her paperwork her glasses hanging surely off her nose, not that I will ever dare to say that out loud, Avery thought.
