I TOOK big steps toward his dressing room. I didn’t bother to knock on the door. I went in immediately and sat on the sofa.
“What’s that for, huh?” I asked. He looked up at me without any reaction.
“Haven’t you been taught good manners? Why don’t you knock first before entering?”
I sighed because of what he said. “Why don’t you just answer my damn question? And it looks like you should go back to school to be taught good manners.” I crossed my arms on my chest and looked straight into his eyes.
I thought I was brave because of what I said, but when he stood up, I immediately backed away.
“Who are you to talked to me that way? I’m your boss!” His eyes were narrowed and intense.
I glanced away. Hell, yes. He is my boss—my freaking boss! Why did he have to repeat that to me?
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