"Wait, what?" Scrunching his brows, Ivan retorted, "I am not following you."
"Of course," Amber grunted. "When has a creep ever admitted that he is one?"
"Did you just call me a creep?" he snapped. Ivan had no idea on what basis the crazy woman right in front of him was accusing him for following her.
"You are leaving or should I call the security?"
Crossing his arms in the front, he raised his brows. "Why should I go anywhere? I am here to meet someone—"
Cutting him off, she snorted, "As if I'll buy that."
"I don't care if you buy anything or not, I am here—" Pointing at the nameplate on the door, he stated, "I am here to meet Amber Clarton."
Crossing her arms in the front, she snapped, "I am Amber Carlton."
Glaring at her from head to toe, he inquired, "So you are Amber Clarton the therapist?"
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"
"Well, I had an appointment with you—" Glancing at his watch, he added, "Scheduled fifteen minutes ago."
