Kyle
“What the f**k is this? The hell?...goddamnit….” I grittily muttered as I read my secretary Tina's weekly report. There were so many errors and confusing information written on the spreadsheet.
“Skylar, are you okay, bro?” I heard Sam ask me, standing at the door.
I glanced at Sam and shook my head. “No, these report is rubbish,” I huffed, propping my hands behind my neck in exasperation.
“Of course, it's Monday,” Sam mumbled, closing my office door.
“The f**k…” I puffed, my brows knitting as I looked at my screen, seeing more discrepancies.
“Oh, come on. Chillax!” Sam snorted, sitting on my receiving chair.
“How can I when all of these reports have massive and stupid errors!” I boldly replied before pressing the call button on my receiver to ask Tina. “What kind of report
