Abigail
I picked up the document my jerk of a boss had oh so gracefully flung at me, thumbing through the pages. It was on a deal with the German company Muller on the car compartments we were building for the Muller vehicle.
"Could you be more specific,Sir?"
Those green eyes glared at me so sharply, they could have cut glass. "Page four. The acceleration estimate for the vehicle. Would you like to explain to me why they're different?"
I turned to page four, read it, 8.00005%, then turned to page two to check the numbers, 8.00000%. He got mad because of this? The difference was so small, it was almost insignificant. He really was a perfectionist, I understood why he was respected by everyone because who noticed such a tiny detail?
And for someone who paid so much attention to such tiny details, how did he not figure out I was Aphrodite? I stole a peek at him and bit back a wince when his green eyes lanced through me.
"I see the problem,"
