•AXEL•
If there was anything I wasn't capable of doing, and I didn't want to be capable of doing, that would be concealing my disgust. I found it so hard to do that whenever someone or something got on my nerves.
That was the same way my face was drawn into a tight scowl, and my eyes narrowed at the frame of the copper-haired man in front of the projector, gesticulating with his hands, and talking about the diagram on the screen while everyone else in the conference room nodded eagerly to everything he was saying.
I just sat in my swivel chair, filled with the sudden urge to grab my coffee mug and splash the content on his face because of the rubbish he had been spewing since.
My jaw was locked tightly, ticking now and then, and my grip around the armrest tightened excessively.
"Oh,
