John remained perfectly calm in the face of the two beautiful assistants glaring daggers at each other.
If anything, he seemed happy to sit back and watch the drama escalate.
"Tea or coffee?"
He walked over to the coffee maker and asked casually.
Hattie said, "Tea."
Natasha said, "Nothing for me, thank you."
The two exchanged another look. Hattie raised an eyebrow in challenge.
Clearly, she still had more say around here.
John nodded. "Coffee it is."
He made three cups of coffee and brought them over, setting them on the table.
"I seriously doubt you're actually British," Hattie said incredulously.
I asked for tea! You're British, and you don't even keep black tea on hand?
Natasha picked up her coffee and took a sip. Her brow furrowed. Instant coffee.
"I was born in the United Kingdom," John said with a shrug. "You can check my personal records, Miss Assistant. Uh, I mean, Miss Hattie."
He grumbled inwardly. Having both assistants here really was inconvenient.
Settling into a more comfortable position, John leaned back against the sofa and asked lazily, "So, what brings my assistants here?"
The two women stood opposite him, one on either side, with a long table between them and John.
"Heh." Hattie sneered. "You've left some work unfinished."
"Something very important, John," Natasha said.
"As far as work goes, I'm on vacation this week, so you can call Orlov." John propped his chin on one hand and studied Natasha with a faint, knowing smile. "But you, Miss Natalie-something important?"
"You've been absent from work for months. What could possibly be more important than your boss?"
Hearing the jab, Natasha took a deep breath and restrained her temper.
She took her phone from her pocket, brought up the information, and set it on the table, sliding it