Emily.
I exited the bathroom and sat at my desk. For the next 2 hours, I printed papers and scrolled on my phone, having no other tasks. That was until Aiden emerged from his office, angry.
“Emily,” he says to me, his voice filled with frustration, but I don’t bother looking his way.
“Sir,” I say, my eyes glued to the screen of my phone.
“Look at me when I speak with you,” he demands, his eyes piercing into the side of my face
“What do you want?” I ask, my words trailing off as my phone is ripped from my hands.
“Hey, give it back!” I say, lunging forward to retrieve it.
He glares at me with anger in his eyes, his voice filled with frustration as he says, “I’m not in the mood for your games, Emily. Stop pushing me.”
I stare at him, waiting for his response to my what does he want.
