KENDRA
“What do you want from me now?” I asked with a furrowed brow. “Why did my father come out of your office looking tense? What did you do to him? The one person I don't joke with is my father and you had to make him look that way. I heard his assistant talking about your damn conditions before you can help him. What did you say to them? You better start talking because I am not going to forgive you.”
“You don't have to be rude, Kendra. This is my office and you have no right to be here without taking my permission. Besides, that was all business and I don't have to explain to you. Do you have any more questions or should I take my leave?”
“This is your office, jerk,” I cussed and scoffed with my eyes shooting daggers at him. “I know who you are and what you can do. You better not
