"And these documents... I feel like they're smeared," he mused, his index finger tapping thoughtfully against his lower lip as he stared down at the coffee-soaked papers.
*You feel like they're smeared?* He had to be out of his absolute mind.
"The former secretary actually tried so hard to gather them all for me to sign," he added casually, letting out a small, faux-regretful sigh.
So what was he insinuating?
"After you clean this up, you'll need to go through every single department in this company, get fresh copies from each team leader, and bring them back to my desk so I can sign them again," he said.
He looked up, his dark eyes locked onto mine, openly measuring the sheer, unfiltered fury radiating off me.
"But clean this up first," he commanded, dressing properly, tying the r
