Chapter 110

Schuyler's P. O. V.

“Were you able to clear your mind?” Was the first question I got from Mr. Clark after I entered his office and found him sitting behind his desk and had his attention on the papers he was signing.

“S-Sir?” I simply punch myself while looking at him as I stand in front of my table.

Slowly, he raised his head to look at me and only then did I realize how mad he is right now. His face was so dark that it felt like if I said any words that wouldn't be to his liking, he would explode like a ticking bomb.

“Ms. Schuyler, I would be straight with you.” He let go of the pen he was holding to lean on his swivel chair as he faced me. “You are my assistant and you were aware about the event last night, but instead of focusing on your job, you got into a heated argument with—perhaps, your highschool enemy? And even with wine, huh?”

I bit my lower lip as I felt embarrassed while standing in front of him. Damn it. But he was right, what happened last night wasn't right. And Alana