"What the fuck!" It was not a question but a frustrated sigh as he accidentally hit his finger with the hammer instead of the nail.
What the heck was he thinking? How did his friend manage to convince him to come here and join them? He had a company to run, but here he was, working like his life depended on it.
Of course, he never was cut out for this kind of shit. His family might not be the richest in the land, but they had workers who did this for them.
"Have you had enough, Travis?" A voice behind her resonated in his ears. Of course, it was familiar. He even recognized her mocking tone.
He did not hear the laughter, but he could tell she was smiling behind him, probably enjoying his discomfort and pain.
He immediately pulled his finger from his mouth before turning to face her. It was painful. He thought that by biting his thumb, the pain would lessen.
