"I hate this!" I threw the book I was holding on the table, and faced the stupid worker I asked to make the payroll. "This is a simple task. The database has been made, but why can't I get the real one!" I hit my palm on the table, causing the worker to flinch.
His eyes grew comically wide. And he seemed to be in shock.
He looked like a person who saw a ghost.
"I'm— I'm sorry, Sir!" The sweat trickling down his face as his fear became obvious, caused me to frown.
It made me have this urge to throw him outside, through the window, and watch as he plummeted down the floors.
"Sorry? Had Osy been the one writing all these, there wouldn't have been any problem!" I hit my fist on the table, once more, and turned to glare at him.
"I'm so—"
"Can you stop f*cking apologizing? I'm tired of this!" I tug on my hair.
The urge to strangle the male standing in front of me became too much, it made me ball my hands in anger.
