Eric shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair.
“We already went to the conference room. We waited for hours and hours, but you didn’t show, so we left.”
I stared at him, birlwarded.
“You told me thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes?” he repeated mockingly. “What do you think I have to prepare for in thirty minutes? I told you we should meet later—fifteen minutes later, to be exact. We went there, waited for fifteen minutes, and you didn’t show. So we left. I have other things to do now.”
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to remain calm. “Eric, when you came into my office and said you were serious about this project—that this was about the future—I actually believed you. I thought we were going to work on this together. But now you’re playing games again. So, what is it? Do yo
