Chapter 25 Twenty Five

I fell silent listening to his rumbles for about three minutes nonstop. Occasionally, I glimpsed the black rounded clock on the wall and then returned my gaze back to him. “You and Zoey? Since when did my boss know my friends?” I asked, my face distorting. “Stay away from Zoey, she isn't the nice type no matter what she tells you.” I glared at him but he seemed to break out in sweats. Awkwardly, he pulled out a chair from my desk and sat on it, pushing his cellphone to me.