Chapitre 59: fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 15

Izzy

I hurry into the office, pulling my skirt down and hoping that no one notices that this is the same outfit I left work in on Friday. I made it a point to wash it at Dimitri's penthouse, but wearing a robe, his shirt, and the blankets of his bed as attire for the past two days was a nice change of pace for me.

Even now, while I'm worried about people noticing my attire, I can't help but shuffle to a stop in the middle of the office. Gwen yanks me away from the bullpen where my heels stick into sheets of papers tossed asunder through the office. There's a lack of organization everywhere, and an odd buzz in the air while we press our backs to the walls with the other onlookers.

"What the hell happened here?" I gust, shaking my head at the sight of desks overturned, and computers hauled off in boxes carried by men in suits, "Are we being robbed?"

"It's more like an audit," Gwen says, shaking her head at the mess, "Well, I guess it's more of an internal review."