With my ire steadily on the rise, even an innocent remark like that sounds like a smart-ass comment; so, I sharply turn and glare at him. Phil instantly realizes that I'm not in the mood to hear anything that sounds even remotely sarcastic; and, immediately lowers his head, taking on a subservient posturing, and meekly utters...
“I'm sorry, Alpha Casper; I apologize. … So; how do you want to proceed with this now?”
With my hands cupped behind the small of my back, I stoically stare off at the horizon; as I instruct him...
“Give me about fifteen minutes to return back to my office to prepare myself mentally; and, try to calm down enough so that I don't rip off his head when I see him … then, go tell Security to bring Taylor to me.
And, while they're doing that; go to the IT department,
