Chris' POV
"Are you crazy?!" I yelled furiously, still staring at the papers in my hands. They had the nerve! Always making the same mistakes over and over again!
How could people be so foolish? My heart was racing, my blood was boiling. I could feel the anger rising within me, about to explode. "You call this work?" I roared, my voice echoing throughout the room.
They all cowered in fear. They didn't dare look me in the eye. Good. They should be afraid. I tossed the papers into the air, watching them float down onto the floor like confetti. "This is rubbish! You're all rubbish!" I shouted, my voice rising even higher.
"I asked for you to propose a new project, this..." I pointed to the piece of papers scattered all over my office. "This looks like you're making plans for a birthday party!" I exploded. Did they seriously want me to do everything! Then why the hell did I pay them!
