Playing His Game

Avery

"I'm developing a headache from your interrogation, Mr. Pierce," I retorted.

He laughed then, a genuine sound transforming his face, making him look younger and almost approachable. Almost.

"Now, about yesterday evening," he said, his tone shifting back to business. "You'll need to make that up to me."

I raised an eyebrow. "I already apologized for missing our meeting."

"Apologies are nice,"