Ronald
She was going to make me mad, and she knew it, yet she did it anyway.
What's wrong with her? The phone is a communication device, not just for entertainment, yet she chose to be careless about it. Now how was I supposed to reach her?
I stood from my seat, pacing back and forth, in my office. I didn't want to calm her more than I had already done, but she left me no choice, it was already ten minutes since I last dropped a call.
I went back to my desk, then picked up my phone, ten missed calls, not very professional, but she knows how much I hate being left in suspense if blood could boil when one was angry, mine would have turned into a magma, and probably into a human-shaped stone before she would pick up my call.
“Sophie, this is the first voice message I am leaving, I just w
