Myra shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze.
Kevin opened his cabinet and placed some files on the table, "I want these sales reports completed before tomorrow."
He heard her sigh of relief and chuckled, taking a sip of the coffee. "I gave you a lighter punishment because you resumed early today, but that doesn't give you the right to disobey my orders ever again!" He slammed the cup on the table to scare her. "This would be the last time you do something like this, or you lose your job, is that understood?"
"Yes sir."
Her face was a bit pale, she'd drank too much last night that he feared she might still have a lingering headache.
"Did you take the hangover soup?"
'Yes sir, I really appreciate your kind gesture." Myra replied.
He nodded, gazing at her lips, those lips he almost kissed last night, right now she was biting nervously on them and her eyes were shifty with guilt.
What was she thinking?