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I'm exhausted.
The elevator ride down is the silence I needed to clear my mind.
With a soft ding, the elevator doors open to the lobby. I stride out, my mind still wrestling with the coversations from the day, when I bump into a petite figure.
"Watch where you're going!" a familiar voice scolds.
Speak of the devil.
I look down to find Bailey right in front of me, her brows screaming in annoyance. For a moment, we both stare at each other.
"Well, well, well." I smirk, straightening up to loom over her. "If there were an award for being perpetually pissed off, you'd win hands down," I tease her, my voice dripping with amusement.
She glares back at me with her fiery blue eyes.
"What's the matter, Bailey? Too much caffeine, or not enough sunshine in your life?" I extend my arms wide as if presenting the world to her.
"Excuse me?" She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms across her chest. "Better a little too much caffeine than an overinflated ego."
"Well, at least my ego is proportional to my achievements." I give her a cheeky wink. Her cheeks flush a fiery red, and I feel satisfied.
"Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you?"
"I like to think so." I shrug. "Makes life a little more fun, don't you think?"
"Just because you find life a joke doesn't mean that everyone does."
I raise my hands in surrender. "Alright, alright! No need to get your panties in a bunch. I'll try to be a little less... me." I grin at her, knowing that it'll only rile her up more. And I'm not disappointed when she rolls her eyes at me.
"And on that note, boss, when do you want me in tomorrow? Bright and early? Or do you prefer lazing around in bed all morning?"
Her eyes flash at my insinuation. "Eight sharp. And don't be late."
"Eight it is." I give her a fake salute before turning to leave, my laughter echoing in the lobby. "See ya tomorrow, boss."
3
BAILEY
Stepping into the elevator, I press the button for the top floor. My mind replays my encounter with Logan, his casual unprofessionalism still lingering.
Why does he have to be so freakin’ annoying?
I straighten my blazer, mentally preparing myself for the meeting ahead.
But the way his biceps bulged out of that white button-down...
Ugh.
Don't go there. He's a dick, remember?
Yeah. He's such a dick.
Why do I let him get to me so much?
Usually, I can keep my cool better than this.
Don't let him get under your skin. You're too good for that.
