“Man, you’re pathetic.”
I glare at Isaac. Did he really have to mention it now? The pitiful look he’s addressing at me is not helping at all either. I sigh and throw my smartphone on my desk, pissed. Elena still hasn’t replied, and it’s been days now. Is she playing dead? Really, that’s all I deserve?
Isaac puts down an annoying pile of folders on my desk.
“Seriously, Nate, it’s been three days, snap out of it. I can’t work if you can’t work, and guess whose ass your Brother is going to s***k if this keeps going?”
“Neal’s?”
“Mine! Mine, Nate! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not against some s******g once in a while, but the Boss is so not my fancy!”
Everything is good to use for a joke for Isaac, and though most of the times it amuses me, it’s not the case today. I can’t stop thinking about
