She stood there fuming like hell and it explained what the sages meant when they said hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.
"Are you sitting or not?," he went on to ask her
"I prefer to stand," Claire said hatefully glaring at him.
Tristan Jenkins scoffed and muttered something under his breath and looked through the file in his hand. She could not believe he had just dished her aside. She really wanted to say something but for some reasons, she was tongue tied. She was supposed to tell how she felt like and what it was that bothered her. He had called her the very devil and right now she wanted to tell him how very much he bore semblance to the traits of the devil himself. Now he had overlooked her and was looking at whatever it was that had his attention. Claire did not know whether
