First message
I glare at the screen in front of me and tell my secretary to have this worker come to my office immediately. Who they hell did they think they were? This mistake would cost thousands of dollars of my own money and damn it someone was going to pay.
When you walk in, I look up and stop my movements. I set my face into a hard stare and point at the chair in front of me, not missing your beauty as you strut in. Sit. We have a lot to talk about, miss? I question waiting for your name.