Scarlett
I threw open his office door and as expected he sat there in his chair, behind the desk, like he was board out of his mind and when he bothered to look up at me, his eyes told me that he couldn't be more bothered by anyone else being here in his space.
I gritted my teeth as I marched to him, barely keeping myself from not going straight to where he sat and punch him in the face. For a moment I relished the thought of breaking his nose. But I settled on slapping my palms on the desk and levelled a glare at him. “How could you do this?” I hissed out.
He arched a black brow at me, looking at me like I was the one crazy. “You’d have to elaborate, Little Scàr. There are many things I do and I don't keep the count.”
I doubt that. I could say for a fact that he even memorised how man
