It was only about 20 minutes after Andrew had had his polite, but firm, 'get your shit together' conversation that Maxwell strolled into his office, a bright smile on his face.
He didn't greet Andrew, and instead placed a hand on his desk, all smiles as he leaned forward, invading Andrew's personal space. Andrew had no worry about Maxwell seeing his computer. The man owned the company, owned the computer he was working on. Why would he care about that? Instead, he should be worried about what had put that kind of smile on his face.
"So." Maxwell started, a secret hidden in his smile. "I hear you have been harassing my omega managers? Is this true?" Harassing? Andrew had done his best to make it not seem like that.
Andrew sat back in his chair, meeting Maxwell's smiling gaze and knew that Maxwell of all people trusted that he wasn't harassing anyone. He clearly just found this whole situation amusing. Andrew crossed his arms, watching Maxwell as he watched him before he sighed.
