"Boss… you're joking, right?" Patrick asked, his voice uncertain. But Marco didn't bother to respond, simply hanging up the phone as his anger flared.
"He better not make things worse for me," Marco muttered, glancing down at the cigar in his hand.
He dropped it onto the floor, crushing it underfoot before turning his gaze toward the garden.
Could I actually be treated? he wondered, his eyes lingering on a cactus plant in a large pot.
"I should wake up early and water these flowers before getting to work," he mused, his thoughts swirling. "That is, if I even sleep tonight."
He took one last look at the garden before leaving, his mind a storm of conflicting thoughts. The cool night air did little to calm the fire burning inside him, and Patrick's words echoed continuously in his mind.
