Patrick
"What is she doing there?" I clench my fist in anger and swallow slowly as my eyes cast on my wife from a distance. "She was supposed to be at work, but she's here with that jerk instead. Is this what Anna has been doing behind my back? I f*****g hate that man already."
"Boss," my assistant calls to me, but I glare at him and, with the speed of light, he goes mute and takes a step back.
"What do you want?" I ask in a deep voice, enough to make his legs shake like jelly.
Our eyes lock, but mine made him tremble, he slips out a low exhale, but I am not buying that bullshit with him.
I am in pain.
He should know when to stop.
"I was just trying to draw your attention to the time. We still have to deal with Mr. Fredrick. Your father wants to know about everything. According
