You Are My One and Only

After muttering to herself, Patricia finally noticed the man sitting at the desk.

He was the same as ever—his black bespoke suit and sharp, chiseled features all adding to his imposing air.

When Isaac looked over to her, she swiftly averted her gaze and set her purse down at her seat before starting up her computer.

She checked the schedule written in her notebook and compared it to the schedule in the system, making sure they were the same.

Isaac had been very busy lately. His days were filled with meetings, along with business lunches and dinners. He was probably working overtime to make time for his engagement next Saturday.

Isaac watched as Patricia kept herself busy from the moment she stepped into his office.

“My coffee, Miss Aniston,” he reminded coldly before going back to his work.

Patricia stood up. “I’ll bring it in at once.”

Her cold and distant attitude made Isaac glance at her once more.

Why does it seem like she’s in a bad mood today? Didn’t she see the text I sent her last night?

After stepping out of Isaac’s office, Patricia was once again the center of the spotlight. All eyes were on her as she walked over to the pantry, and when the women finally stopped staring, they gathered together in hushed discussion.

Say whatever you want. Patricia could not be bothered.

private pantry. No one else was around. She prepared a cup of coffee and added a splash of milk, but a cheeky

her lips and tossed three cubes of

you don’t like adding sugar, let’s

carried it back to the office and set the cup down

“Your coffee, Mr. Arnold.”

look at her face and anyone could tell that she was in a bad

you not sleep well last night, Miss

look him in the eye. These were

shook her head. “I slept very

the one who didn’t sleep well,

felt like something was amiss. When he took a sip of

Aniston, didn’t I tell you not to

have done it on purpose! Is she jealous because of

don’t you think it tastes better

furious when she remembered the marks on her chest. You

he go at it that her skin ended up looking

on purpose, so he drank another mouthful of coffee, though it tasted more

very sweet. Not bad at

in Patricia’s eyes when she saw that

over his engagement? Was

was still fuming, however, so she glared