Chapter 7: The A Class Team
Jean practically raced into her office, her excitement bubbling under the surface. The moment she stepped in, her eyes scanned for one person... Emma.
Her cousin who was also a hard worker. Seated at her desk, brows furrowed as she focused on her computer screen. Completely unaware of Jean's arrival.
Emma was deep into her screen, fingers flying across the keyboard, when suddenly, her vision was blocked. With zero hesitation, she slid onto Emma's desk, deliberately blocking the screen.
Jean perched herself right on Emma's desk, arms crossed, a triumphant smirk on her lips.
"Good morning, dearest cousin."
Emma barely flinched. Instead, she sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Jean, I swear, if you just gave me a virus by slamming your butt on my keyboard..."
Jean didn't let her finish by giving her the devilish grin ever. "Oh, relax. Your precious files are safe." She tapped her fingers against the desk. "Now, let's talk business."
Emma gave her a suspicious glance. "Business? Why do I feel like I'm about to get dragged into something?"
Jean leaned in, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Because you are."
Emma sighed dramatically, leaning back in her chair. "Jean, I know that look. It means trouble."
Jean grinned, swinging her legs slightly. "You wound me, cousin. Can't a woman just share her joy?"