Alisa
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Drey said casually, as he undid the buttons on his suit.
"Like hell you don't." I shot back. "You are mad at me, there was no need to scream at them like that, or to be so rude to Amanda earlier."
"It's my company I can do whatever the f**k I wish to do." he barked.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my mind. This conversation could very well turn very sour if neither of us had a cool head. "I know it yours and you can do what you want," I took a few steps closer to his desk, "all I'm asking is that you do not vent out the anger you feel towards me on them. How is that supposed to make them feel?"
"I do not pay them to care about how they are feeling. Also, why would you think I'm mad at you." he took his seat behind his desk.
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