"I can't wait for long," Jeremy tapped his fingers on the receptionist's desk.
The woman who seemed to be in her early twenties looked at him hiding her contempt. Surely her boss is not someone who considers meeting with someone wearing a flannel shirt and jeans a priority. He even drove a broken truck here.
Is he some kind of beggar?
"Sir, please wait for one more minute. I haven't gotten a reply from Mr.Millman's office yet," she said with her business smile.
"Sweetie, you've said that for the past five minutes. Now, call him directly," he wasn't willing to move.
"Sir, we have to follow our procedures. I cannot call our CEO directly," she said politely and picked up the receiver of the phone that rang.
"I don't have time for all your procedures," Jeremy pulled the receiver from her hand. "Get David on the line. Tell him Jerlina Hopkins' husband wants to meet with him. The name is Jeremy Fitzgerald."
