"Get out of the car, Myra." Kevin gritted in frustration. He was boiling in rage already.
"No. You can't make me get out. This is my dream car, I love it and I'm not getting out!" Myra glared fiercely at him.
He turned his cold gaze on her. When did she get the audacity to talk back to her Boss?
"Do you want to lose your job?" He asked, hoping he would be able to threaten her like always.
Myra only scoffed, eyeing him. "I don't give a shit. You can do whatever you want but you can't make me leave my dream car."
"This isn't your car, Myra. Get out while I'm still being nice!"
"Nah. I'm not!" She fired back at him.
He was still trying to talk softly to her but she was rude.
What else did he expect from a drunk Myra?
Kevin slammed his hands on the car door in frustration, leaning forward to grab her by the shoulder to pull her out.
"No. Let go," She struggled and ended up puking on his shirt.
