•AXEL•
The tapping of my Italian loafers against the tarred floors rang in my ears, irritating the f**k out of me, but it couldn't be compared to the disgust and impatience that surged through me like acidic flames as I glanced at my wristwatch with every passing second.
My fist was almost tearing through my pocket because of how tightly it was clenched, and my nostrils flared now and then. As a hostile hiss tore through my lips, I heard the soft clicking of heels and they had me shooting my head upwards.
My eyes darted to her frame that was sliding through the glass doors, pushing her hair off her shoulder like she had no care in the world while clutching my briefcase in the other. With the way her bold red lips were pursed in a frown, she looked quite intimidating, like a thorough bus
