I watched Ivan storm out and wondered what was wrong now. Can he ever be not angry? Did I do something again? I don't think so. I duly signed the contract as he wanted and assured him that I will leave without any expectations from him. Then what now?
"What's wrong with him, Christina?" I inquired as she poured me a glass of juice.
"With whom?" She inquired and I think she looked a little distracted.
"Ivan. I think he looked angry," I said and a knowing look crossed her face.
"Er, I don't know. Señor seems to be angry all the time these days," She grumbled and I couldn't agree any less. And I knew I was the reason for this behavior.
"Was he always like this?" I asked. "Angry and frustrated?"
"Hmm...no not really," She muttered, shaking her head. "It was not like he was all jolly as a
