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on the bed angrily. I just slept off a few hours ago, how come it's morn

e whole world on my shoulders right now, I need some rest, but not when I have to be early to work. I don't want to lose my job

off angrily. It has been two weeks since he said that to me, but until now, it's

y mind, I drag myself out of the bed and

inutes

cking up my handbag from the bed, I amble out of the room and close the door gent

rd. The drive to the company isn't stressful as

ed yet, so I just stride to the elevator and press '3'

bering that he has a child now? Well, I can't remember the last time we spoke on the phone and don't judge me for being rude. I'm sure you'll do the same if you were in my shoes. At times I feel so depress

, but I collide with someone, and my phone slip from my hand and cr

ot is, as I quickly bend down and collect the pieces to

ashed into, and I almost jump out of my skin at the sight that welcom

rossing his arms on his chest. Mr. Liam is standi

t to punch him in his face and vent all my anger on him. I'm so pissed right

ght. What's with you? Did you display this act of insanity when you starte

so hard not to let my anger consume me. I don't w

h this kind of ill manners from the day I first met you. Now, listen to me... I don't care about your value to the company, and I don't give a damn about how long you have been here, if you d

he urge to slap him rushes through me, but I know best

EO doesn't give him the right to walk on anybody he wishes to, it doesn't give him any right to think he can mess with anyone he wishes to and go scot-free. He can t

u're kissing your job goodbye,"

job, I don't care. And one more stupid word from you, I'll give you a