MICHELLE's P O V
‘‘Michelle, where are you?’’
It was one of those early mornings when Lita called me, and informed me that Devon wanted his coffee immediately, but I was still on the bus at the time.
‘‘What?’’ After giving my wristwatch a quick peek, I noticed that it was just thirty-eight minutes after five in the morning. ‘‘Can't he wait?’’
‘‘You know he can’t. When he returned home from his conference in Italy the previous evening, he was in a foul mood, and he asked for a cup of coffee. Since you are not here, I was the one who made it…’’
Because of a significant business transaction, he was involved in with the Italians, Devon was gone for three days.
‘‘So, did he like the coffee you made for him?’’ I asked, and Lita's response did not come as a complete surprise to me in the least.