CHRISTOPHER'S POV
“Mr Gates,“ Jeff squeaked. I glared at him. Why the heck was a grown man squeaking?
“Jeff, are you nut?“
My day was already going to sh*t before this stupid secretary of mine decided to ruin it more.
“No, Mr. Gates.“
“Will you tell me why you can't simply speak up then? You're a man, aren't you?“
“Yes, Mr. Gates.“
“Remember what happened the last time you decided to try my patience?“
His skin flushed, and that was an indication that he remembered the last time he brought me the wrong coffee order. I chucked the whole cup at him. He barely escaped with a cut from a shard that flew past his forehead.
“Yes, Mr. Gates.“
“Good. Now let's try this again.“
“Thank you, Mr. Gates. A subpoena just arrived for you from the court.“
“About?'
“I didn't read it.“ He placed
