Marissa's point of view.
It's been two hell of a week, my relationship with Morgan has gotten worse with each passing day.
I thought my e-mail to him would set matters straight, but it only aggravated the issue.
I really don't know why he hates me so much. Anyway, the feeling is mutual now. I feel sorry for whoever ends up as his wife, he is so unbearable.
I laid on my bed, exhausted.
This week has been crazy. Apart from Morgan's evil ways, I have been feeling under the weather of late.
"Huff," I exclaimed, recalling the event of the day.
Flashback
I was sitting in my office, arranging some files on my table, when the office phone rang.
Marrissa, get me a cup of coffee, Morgan's voice thundered through the phone.
"What! There was a coffee maker right in his office. Why tell me to make one for him?" I wondered.
"I really pray I won't murder you one of these days," I whispered, leaving my office.
I went to his office, hoping to get the coffee there instead of going downstairs.
"Where i
