#Chapter291
I push it away, no ounce of remorse at hanging up on him and try to focus back on the paperwork I have been badly attempting for the last hour. I grit my teeth when it immediately lights up again with that arsehole’s name. He’s persistent anyway but if he wants stubborn, then that’s what he will get. I’m sure I have a will to match his and I won’t back down no matter how he is on the phone. He can’t sweeten me up for anything.
I pull it over to pick it up and press answer before snapping down the line at him, no hint of anything except rage. I want him to know right off that I’m so mad my blood’s boiling.
/"What the fuck is it?/" I half yell at him, fuelled on bruised feelings and major nose out of joint syndrome. Temper frayed and taking no shit. Come in hot and ‘let him have it’ mentality. He started a fight when there was no fight to be had, so he can suffer the consequences.
