My eyes darted to Minnie as she stretched her hands toward Jonathan's direction tightening her hand.
I geek at him back, and he smiled and then strode out of my office. Minnie abruptly turned around, about to go about him, when I made her halt.
"Missy, I thought you wanted to see me?" I asked, and she slowly turned her neck in my direction.
"There's no need. It's irrelevant,"
"Why did you scream?" I questioned, she slowly turned around, her fist tightening as she glared at me.
"It's none of business," She gritted, still glaring at me.
"Do you have an issue with me? Ever since you came here, you have been following me around to the extent that if I go to the washroom, you follow me. Today, why are you giving me some immature attitude?" I inquired, her lips widened into a smile.
Instantly, I could tell those smiles weren't sincere.
"I'm in a hurry to do something, and you are stopping me,"
