Chapter 59 Fake Billionaire, Damaged Boyfriend 15

• Izzy
• I hurry into the office, pulling my skirt down and hoping that no one notices that this is the same outfit I left work in on Friday. I made it a point to wash it at Dimitri’s penthouse, but wearing a robe, his shirt, and the blankets of his bed as attire for the past two days was a nice change of pace for me.
• Even now, while I’m worried about people noticing my attire, I can’t help but shuffle to a stop in the middle of the office. Gwen yanks me away from the bullpen where my heels stick into sheets of papers tossed asunder through the office. There’s a lack of organization everywhere, and an odd buzz in the air while we press our backs to the walls with the other onlookers.