"Where are the divorce papers?" Mia stared at the drink Jack had dropped in front of her. She didn't bother taking a sip from it. What if he had put something in it? She didn't trust him anymore.
"You just got here. Why don't you relax and take a sip of your drink before talking about the papers?" He spun his chair, taking a sip from his drink, which was identical to Mia's. "You have never been to my office, even when we were married. How about I show you around a bit?"
As if she was interested in staying at his place any longer than necessary. "I have no interest in getting a tour of your office."
Jack smiled. "You always told me you wanted to know where I work. You have always wanted to come here and spend time. What changed your mind?"
