Tristan's POV:
Does she do this stuff on purpose?
My lips are held tersely together as I struggle to keep my face clear of the laughter that erupted within me during the meeting. I'm supposed to be chastising her for being late and I can barely keep a grin from appearing on my face.
"You do need to make a better effort to be on time for work in the morning."
"Sorry sir," she replies, her head down, her expression disappointed.
She's one of the best employees on my team but she's rarely on time It's not like she ambles in half an hour late without a care in the world. She usually arrives in a whirl of chaos, looking as if she's run a mile with bright pink cheeks, gasping for air.
She just seems to be completely incapable of being on time.
If she weren't as good as she is, if she didn't make marketing look like an art form, she'd have been fired long before I became her boss.
That would have been both a waste of her talent and a shame for me.