“Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?”
William Shakespeare
Antonio’s POV
“Welcome his royal highness,” Emily said, the moment she set her eyes on me.
It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at her, she’s unnecessarily dramatic and always a pain in my ass.
“I thought you won’t ever step foot in here with the way I’ve called you several times and you didn’t pick up,” she continues nagging this time.
“That’s because I know you were going to start ranting and not let me focus.” I told her.
“Why won’t I rant? You kept your client waiting for over five hours Antonio,” she said almost screaming.
“It’s four hours forty minutes, stop exaggerating.” I corrected her without feeling bad about it.
“Really? Four hours forty minutes. You tell me what difference do
