Angela POV
I arrived at the office, my mood blacker than the clouds that loomed overhead. As soon as I stepped through the doors, the buzzing energy of the place hit me like a brick. Phones ringing, people chatting, the clatter of keyboards, it was all so suffocating. But instead of making me retreat, it only fueled my anger.
My assistant, Jenna, was the first to greet me. She was young, eager, and always trying to please. Normally, I could tolerate her sunny disposition, but today it grated on my last nerve.
"Good morning, Ms. Angela! I have your schedule for the day"
"Don't bother," I snapped, cutting her off mid-sentence. The shock on her face did nothing to soften my tone. "Just handle it. I don't want to hear about it."
Jenna blinked, clearly taken aback, but she quickly composed
