My body tingles as he steps into the elevator, a glare prominent on his face. I actually thought this was the staff elevator.
He has his own private elevator, so why choose to make us uncomfortable and squeeze his annoying presence in here?
Liar, his presence isn't annoying. My subconscious snarls at me.
Even with everything the big annoying man besides me has done to me, I can't get the effect of his presence away from my body.
Yet as I remember the stunt he pulled today, all the thought of his presence vanishes, leaving just seething rage.
I must have my revenge. No one treats me like dirt and goes scot-free.
“Hey, are you okay?” Jack asks, placing a hand on my shoulder with a concerned look spread all over his face.
“Yeah, why?” I grit out, trying to keep my voice at bay.
