"Have you lost your manners?" Ivy yelled, her frustration etched on her forehead.
Sheila's eyes widened at the condition of her office.
"Are you packing?" She queried, with a slight smirk on her lips.
It was obvious she wanted her to leave.
"I'm taking some books out why?" Ivy lied, she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of making her feel she was leaving the office for her.
"Ow alright, so how is it? I told you right? You'll do it, you don't have a choice." She muttered, mockery filled in her voice.
"Yes I'm doing it, not because you asked me to, but because Ryder my husband asked me to do it, due to your lack of experience," Ivy muttered, then smirked at her face.
She could see Sheila ball her fist beside her. Her forehead slowly deepened into a frown. Ivy was right, she had no ex
