Jonathan Willy, fuck you!
I almost put the cell phone on the table when I heard his assistant voice. I peered at him and realized the phone I was holding belonged to him.
"Don't smash the phone, please!" He begged louder, his hands hung in the air as his eyes were on his phone.
I slowly moved his phone in another direction, and his eyes followed the movement. He cares about the phone, I shouldn't smash it.
Fuck, Jonathan, I cursed the day I crossed your path.
"Thank you," I dropped his cell phone on the table and took my handbag from the table as I walked out of the room.
I left the restaurant and headed straight to the company. After some minutes, I arrived at the company, approaching my office.
"Ma," Nvee called, following me inside my office. I strode to my desk, placing my bag on it as I took off the long yellow coat I wore.
"How was the meeting?"
