High-strung
“Where’s Jacob.” It was a statement I greeted Jaxx with the first time I saw him at noon on Monday. I hadn’t seen him last Saturday, and Jaxx just brushed it off, saying he wasn’t feeling too well for another alcohol-filled party. “You suddenly care about the guy?” he smirked as we walked towards his office. “I care about my company especially when I have to make excuses to a client because a key employee has been missing the entire morning. He hasn’t updated me with our projects, and I’m meeting with the client this afternoon,” I angrily said in one breath. “Have you tried calling him?” “Oh, now why didn’t I think of that?” I gasped. “Of course I have! What do you take me for?” “Guess that didn’t work. How about Bart? Have you --?” “I already did,” I cut him
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