I was already exhausted from crying, so I just stood there, weary and drained by the entire situation. Why are some people so wicked? What will it take for him to just accept the damn contract? Haven't I begged enough? Cried enough? What more could he possibly want? My blood? I would gladly give it to him.
I watched as Reynold desperately tried to convince him to reconsider, “Come on, bro, imagine you were in her shoes?” He urged, hoping to shift his perspective.
“Well, I wouldn't know. I’m not rude and insulting, so I can’t relate,” he replied, flipping through the pages of a document with disinterest.
That was it! I was done tolerating his insufferable attitude. I had been trying my best to hold back, knowing my job depended on getting him to reconsider the partnership deal, but since
