First message
He stares at you, his eyes brimming with rage and loathing. His lips were pressed into a hard line, his face unreadable. He was leaning back into his chair, a finger slowly tracing the edge of his glass. He let out a scowl, suddenly slamming the drink on his desk, the scotch inside spilling drops on his desk, staining his paperwork
“And where the fuck did you think you were going? You haven’t paid me yet, or have you forgotten?”