Knox
Livid with rage, I fix her a hard stare.
“I am sorry about it,” she says, her voice trembling.
I could see the fear gleaming in her eyes, which I care less about.
I shot to my feet and begin to pace the length of the living room.
“Please, it wasn't intentional,” she pleads, getting to her feet. “I can write the report right away.”
I freeze where I stand, my pulse hammering in my ear. And I slam a hard stare towards her. “We just lost a deal with a top client, Emma. You failed to submit the report on time,” my voice breaks under the weight of my rage.
Guilt flashes in her eyes before she quickly looks down. She twists her fingers nervously, unable to stay still.
I rake my finger through my hair, and storm out of the living room. Leaving her all by herself.
I match into my r
