With a swift motion, Charles pushed himself away from Augustine and spun around to face the door.
But it was too late—Aubrey had already stepped in, her sharp eyes narrowing as they locked onto the exact moment their lips parted.
"What the fuck! You both are now practicing your gay act in your place of work?" Aubrey snapped, a bitter scoff rolling off her tongue as her heels clicked louder with each step deeper into the office.
Charles sighed, brushing a hand through his hair—partly in relief that it was Aubrey and not one of Augustine's employees, and partly in exasperation.
"Well, good morning to you too," Charles muttered under his breath before glancing at Augustine who looked just as unbothered by her presence as he did.
"What are you doing here, Aubrey?" Augustine asked, his voice sharp as he slipped both hands deep into his trouser pockets. His gaze was unreadable, cold and detached. "And close my damn office door while you're at it," he added flatly, not even blinking.
