Breaking Points and Bitter Truths
By the time I stepped out of Adrian Sinclair’s office, my entire body was tense with frustration. My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I stormed toward the elevator.
I had spent my entire morning running back and forth like some personal barista, just to get his damn coffee right. And after all that effort, all he’d given me was a smug look and a single condescending remark—
"Seems you’re finally learning."
The nerve of that man.
The audacity.
I jabbed the elevator button hard, watching the numbers slowly descend. My reflection in the metallic doors showed the flush of irritation on my cheeks, my lips pressed into a thin line.
I had dealt with difficult bosses before, but Adrian Sinclair? He wasn’t just difficult—he was impossible. He was col
