I was deeply engrossed in some files when I heard a knock on my door. “Come in,” I called out, not looking up. The door creaked open and then shut again, signaling someone had entered. I expected them to speak, but there was silence.
“Okay, who is this? Can’t you just get to the point?” I called out, irritated. I finally glanced up and froze in shock.
“Brianna?” I asked, barely able to form the words.
“Yes, boss. Good morning. I brought your coffee,” she said with a hint of mischief, walking toward my desk with a cup in her hand. The shock hit me harder—she hadn’t been the one bringing me coffee for a while.
“Is this really Brianna?” I asked, still in disbelief.
“Yes, boss. It’s me. Don’t I look like Brianna?” She smirked.
“You’ve got her face and body, but you’re not dressed like her,” I remarked bluntly.
“You seem to have forgotten, Mr. Adrian. You told me to start dressing conservatively yesterday, and I’m just following your orders,” she replied, reminding me of what I had said.