"I was expecting you, little Greene," Marissa passed him a glare when she heard him.
"Little Greene?" she cocked a brow, "Mr. Sinclair. Isn't it a bit unprofessional to call your employee with such cheap pet names?" she stated with a confident smile trying to keep the façade before his eyes.
He was still smiling leaning back in his seat. Her insult couldn't falter it one bit.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, "then what should I call you?" his eyes twinkled, "Strawberry?" Marissa felt her face heating up.
Thank God, he was not standing close to her otherwise she could have slapped across his face. Such a shameless man he was!
"If this is how you are planning to do business then I can consider quitting, sir." The small smile on his face vanished on her threat and he was aware it wasn't an empty threat.
