"Xavian," Poppy said with a sigh, her arms folded with one brow cocked. "Happy now?"
Xavian nodded curtly, running his fingers through his dark strands.
She cleared her throat, hooking her hands into the pocket of her jacket and rocking back on her heels. "Um…I'll leave now."
"No, you'll leave with me."
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I know that woman. She'll want to see more, so you're going home with me."
"Who is she, by the way?" she inquired, curiosity dancing in her gaze.
Xavian didn't respond. He instead glanced at her and looked away.
She frowned at him. "You're not even going to tell me that much?"
"She's no one important," he said, opening the drawer of his desk to take out his unsigned documents. "You can leave my office now."
"And…go to where?"
"I don't know. Look around the company or something. Or wait with my assistant, you're distracting me."
