Janet's POV
I slammed the door of the taxi harder than I meant to. The loud thud makes an old woman carrying a basket on the street flinch and mutter something under her breath but I don’t care.
I was furious and my blood was boiling. The last thing anyone should expect from me right now is that I should be polite.
I can only blame William for how I feel. William and that thrashy Miriam.
William was really testing my patience.
I could still remember the way he looked at me when I confronted him about Miriam.
The scene kept replaying in my head over and over again and just thinking about it annoys me so much I want to pull out all his hair from his head.
“Yes, Miriam works in my company. Why are you making a big deal out of it?” he had responded, so calm and nonchalantly.
And h
