Marcie's POV
I stared at him for a while, then I bent down to pack up the files, which he forced me to cross-check. I was already getting really pissed due to his cruel attitude towards me.
From the look of things, the files looked like something that had been kept for years. Some looked really old, some looked older, some looked new.
My instinct kept telling me that the files were something that was given to him to work on for more than five consecutive years.
He has been so lazy that he packed them up through the years. And now, seeing me as an arch enemy, he decides to frustrate me with them.
Regardless of his attitude towards me, I would not give up.
He felt that he was the CEO, and he had the right to pick on anyone that he chose, but I will be the one to clip his wings.
As I packed up the papers, he looked at me, and I could see the joy of frustrating me in his face.
He was so mean, pathetic, and an evil soul. I felt like plucking out his bold, cute eyes.
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