Ryan arrives at his apartment; his face squeezes into a deep frown as he pushes the door open like he is going to rip it out of its hinges.
I grabbed his tie and yanked it off his neck, followed by the caramel suit he was putting on; dropping onto the couch, he had a look of anger and frustration written on his face.
“Who does he think he is?” Ryan shouted, his voice a malicious tone. “How can he disrespect me like that, he is going to pay for this? I'm no longer interested in that role. I must make sure the silver screen studio is closed down, never to be revived.” he shouted as he got to his feet and began to pace around the room.
“How could he make fun of me? He embarrassed me in front of those low lives, those cheap actors and actresses; how dare you, Jayson?” Ryan shouted, hittin
