" Why? Amanda, do you not trust my expertise?" Miss Debby asked, feigning innocence, like we all didn't know she wanted a private time with Rowan. Though I knew Miss Debby was Rowan's type, I just couldn't shake off the gnawing feeling of jealousy. I didn't like the fact that she thought she had a shot with him.
" It's Mrs Greystone to you, Miss Debby. You can take my measurements. I don't mind but I don't want you taking his, and definitely not in that office of yours." I said to her.
" Are you insinuating that I'm after your husband?" She asked. "If that's what you think, I assure you. I'm not. I have a man too. I don't need to have yours." She looked at me like she was explaining things to an eleven year old. "If that was all of your concern, I would like to do my job." She said before facing Rowan. "This way, sir." To lead the way, she walked ahead.
