She was about to lose her mind because of this man. After fastening the last button, she turned around to face him, taking several deep breaths just to keep herself from screaming.
"Do you think I own the TV station? That I can just take time off or be late whenever I want?"
"But didn't you say you wanted to talk to me?"
His expression immediately fell, and the way he spoke was eerily similar to how Olive acted when she was trying to be cute and get her way. Cynthia felt metaphorical black lines appear on her forehead. She couldn't bring herself to yell at him anymore and could only sigh in exasperation.
"Mr. Wilson, I said I wanted to talk to you. But I never said it had to be right now, did I?"
His words followed immediately.
"Then when do you want to talk? Let me make it clear—I won't wait past today!"
"Tonight! Will tonight work?"
