Buff Chapter Twelve At his desk, Andrew slammed the phone down for the hundredth time. Alexandra wasn’t taking his calls. Tired of leaving messages, he hung up whenever the answering machine came on. When she’d left his office, he tried to follow her, but had been bombarded with questions from a group of employees. By the time he got to the lobby, she was long gone. He’d gone straight for her office and waited, but she didn’t return. She didn’t go home either, so he wasn’t sure where else to look. Hours went by without speaking to her, and he cursed his stupidity. Instead of being shocked into idiocy, he should’ve gotten Leslie out of his office immediately. At least he’d been smart in one sense. He’d informed security about Leslie, telling them never to allow her past the lobby again. Talk about shutting the stable door after the damn horse had bolted. It was after seven when his door opened and a beautiful young woman he recognized walked in.
