90. Mad At Who?

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Adrian yawned, sipping on his black coffee, rotating his swivel chair left and right, tapping his feet at the same time, showcasing his anxiousness. The door to his room squeaked open and he groaned in agitation, slamming the solid cup of his coffee on to his glass table, agitated even at the smallest of the sounds that were reverberating in his head. “Who is it?” he looked up, as the door opened up and Jared walked inside. Noticing Adrian’s disheveled hair and the heavy bags underneath his eyes, Jared couldn’t help but snicker at his pathetic state. There were very seldom occasions, where he had to witness and got to see his boss in such a distorted condition. “Damn! I don’t know but you kind of look exhausted. I mean if it weren’t for the large mug of coffee, I wouldn’t be even to gu

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