Jordan took a deep breath as he stepped inside the Huxleys Jewelries. Why the fuck did he agree to get those rings? His employees are lucky, and he's the one to take it.
'Motherfucker, oh!'
His face was blank when he approached the counter. "Where's your fucking boss?"
The woman turned pale when she saw him and spoke with a trembling voice. "He's in the showroom."
He rolled his eyes and went to the showroom. He is here almost every month, so he knows where the showroom is. That was what usually happened when someone made a fucking promise to give away a fucking ring in someone's one decade of work of efficiency.
Jordan's eyebrows met when he saw Theodore outside and peeking inside the showroom.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He gave Theodore an arched look.
