•DIORA•
I knocked on the door twice and waited for a response but I got none, so I let myself in.
"GET IT DONE AND GET OFF MY PHONE!" He growled into his phone and I flinched, nearly fusing my body into the door because of how harsh he sounded.
It wasn't me he yelled at but I could still feel the effect of those words as though they were meant for me.
Damn, this man.
"f**k!" He cursed.
I cleared my throat to gain his attention, and he spun around in his chair, a frown etched on his face. It didn't diminish in any way. I didn't allow that to deter me as I walked forward because all I wanted to do was drop the files and leave.
"Good morning, sir." I greeted him coldly, handing him the files. He took it from me and browsed through it briefly, throwing it on the desk. He turned to me af
