Archer
My forefinger tapped on my thigh as I drove to Don's house. I haven't really gotten the time to speak to him ever since the annual ball. I didn't want to cause a scene.
How could he make such a big decision without consulting me first? That is crazy. Does he think I'm some pushover?
I arrived inside the mansion and headed straight to his office.
I stormed into Don’s office without knocking. I stood there with my hands in my pockets as I stared at him blankly. He sat there quietly, unfazed by my intrusion and just swirled his glass of whiskey.
"Edward," he said smoothly without even glancing up. "What brings you here in such a mood?" He said, acting clueless.
I scoffed loudly, getting pissed about his behaviour.
I slammed my hands on his desk, making the whiskey tremble i
