Knox
Monday morning. The elevator doors chimes open, and I stormed out, my jaw clenches. Fury already pulsing through my veins.
At the lobby, the moment some of my employees sights my presence, a hush silence fell over them.
I walk in slowly, in measured steps, with a tight scowl on my face.
Each one of them fidgets under my cold gaze, and they could barely look me in the eyes.
“G..good morning, sir,” they chorused, their voices trembling at the edges.
Taking one final glare at them, I storm off. Not wanting to waste my anger and frustration on them. When there's Emma to sip from the fountain of my fury.
As soon as I enter my office, my butts hardly touches my seat when I drag the telephone, dialing a number.
“Mr. Spruce, meet me in my office in five minutes,” I fight for control a
