“f*****g hell.” Ariana hissed after Vincent’s annoying voice came through the intercom. “My day was almost perfect.” She added with a groan as she sluggishly stood, preparing herself for another meeting with Icethorn.
She knocked once before entering. He seemed to be buried in work when she arrived. His reading glasses rested on his pointed nose and his right index finger tapped his chin.
Taking a deep breath, Ariana plastered a fake, professional smile on her face. “You called, Mr Blackthorn.”
He nodded, his head still buried in whatever he was doing. Two minutes passed with him not saying a word, and Ariana lost her patience, raining new curses on him. She tapped her foot against the tiled floor impatiently, not caring about the noise it made.
“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t yo
