“That’ll be all.” I grab the report, ready to rush back to my office. “Mr. Sinclair, I think you’re forgetting something.” Presley’s melodic voice has me spinning around without pause. She folds her arms across her chest, fixing me with a frosty glare. God, why does she have to be so cute when she’s mad? “And what might that be, Ms. Stafford?” “Your manners.”
