MAVERICK
I hissed as I waited for them. How could things have gotten out of hand in such a manner? This wasn’t the plan!
It wasn’t!
“Sir you have a meeting by eight. Will you still be available? Or should I reschedule?” Derrick, my personal assistant stood close to the door as he talked. I guess that’s why he had lasted for so long working for me. The guy maintained his distance when I was in the ‘mood’. Others didn’t, and always quit immediately after the first object thrown out of anger, landed on them.
“I guess you already know what to do.” I said, and picked up a pencil from the table, and snapped it into two.
Derrick did not even flinch. He had gotten used to me and my antics, so it didn’t even faze him at all.
“That’s right, Sir. I will cancel your meeting for eight and the on
