Theodore's Pov
“What the f**k is this? Do you have eyes or buttons? Who filled out these quotations? And this is how you proofread any work before handing it over to me?” Everything was a disaster! Don't know for what reason, I was more agitated than I had ever been. I was just barking orders, and my assistant was hot on his toes going back and forth with a number of documents I solved at him. “Get this s**t fixed now!”
“Yes Mr. Maxwell,” he said before running out of the office. Why the f**k was I feeling so hot? Taking off my coat, I tossed it on the couch before loosening my tie. Picking up the telephone, I dialed my assistant’s extension yet again.
“Get me a coffee on your way back,” I didn't wait for him to respond back before harshly slamming it back. I squeezed my eyes shut,
