Thump.
Thunk.
Thump.
Thunk.
I slammed my fist down on my desk in complete and utter irritation from this man-child, hissing, "Don't you have your own company to run? What the hell are you doing in my office on a Tuesday morning?"
Benedict froze mid-swing with another pen sitting loosely between his fingers. He c****d his head side, feigning innocence. "But I'm visiting my friend?"
I frustratingly rubbed my circles against my temple, grumbling, "I need more coffee."
Thump.
Unable to withstand his nonsense any longer, I abruptly stood up from my seat and stormed out of my own office, slamming the door behind me. I strode straight down the corridor toward the micro kitchen, exuding such a dark aura that all my employees immediately turned away in hopes of avoiding my wrath.
As I
