69: His Desk

Fenella’s POV Laird stared at me intently and then glanced at his friend. Okay, I have to admit, I wasn't ready. If only Laird had chosen to introduce me as his close friend, I wouldn't have been able to do anything. I mean, I didn't know whether Laird would introduce me as his girlfriend or not. What if Laird didn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend? Especially now that our statuses are so different. Laird, the son of the firm's owner, for God's sake! "Yeah, she's my client," he calmly replied. What? My heart sank upon hearing Laird's answer. A client? Just that? I waited for Laird to explain or add more details, but there was nothing. "Wow, nice to meet you, miss. I'm Derek. Laird must be thrilled to have such a beautiful client like you." Derek extended his hand to me with a broad smile. "Oh, um, I'm Fenella," I murmured. My heart raced with a forced smile. I shook Derek's hand, and he gripped it firmly. He held my hand for a long time and engaged me in conversation about something I