Hailey's POV
The nerve of that guy. Marching into my office and barking orders like he owns the place.
God, I hate his cockiness. And what do I even hate more? The fact that I found myself obeying his command like I'm some dumb puppet.
'I won't repeat myself, Hailey. Let's go.' Who the hell does he think he is?
I'd kill to wipe that smug smirk off his lips. Those frustratingly perfect lips.
Ugh. And now my mind even wanders to his lips on its own accord. Great. All because of that stupid, deep, sexy voice of his.
I hate him so much!
"I can literally see steam coming out of your ears," he says and I can hear the smile in his voice.
I ignore him, my cheeks puffing out as I exhale a breath. I stomp past him, out of the office and toward where I'd parked my car.
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