Clad
Clapping around me jolts me back to reality.
Right. We're already here.
But my mind? It's still back there. And it's all because of the woman sitting next to me—sulking.
I need to get my act together. This level of distraction isn't just inconvenient. It's dangerous. And as if on cue, my ever-annoying team decides to do what they do best—drag me back to earth.
"One more thing, guys—we've got the boss here… and everyone knows the boss brought a new lady."
The idiots burst into laughter, giggling like overgrown children.
And of course, the one making the announcement is none other than our veteran, Xander.
We go way back. College days. He used to be a street brawler—macho, cocky, built like steel. So, I took him for one ride on my bike. Worst idea. Nearly crashed it.
Scratch that—he did crash it. He's still paying for it in installments. He'll be paying for it until the day I say otherwise.
