I stood for a few seconds, somewhat paralysed. I shunned myself and forced my knuckle to tap the door. It was a pathetic attempt, but he heard it.
"Yes?" Liam asked harshly, and I already regretted my decision.
"Hi Liam," I said as I sheepishly opened the door. He was hunched over his desk with work; my heart fluttered, but I instantly felt dread as I saw his angered expression. Although he appeared terrifying, he was still incredibly handsome. Dammit, Laura, get a grip!
"What is it?" he snapped dismissively, still facing his paperwork.
"I-I am sorry to disturb you, but I need to talk to you about—"
"Laura, if it's to do with your role in the kitchen, there is nothing to discuss," he barked harshly without looking at me. I couldn't understand it, but him avoiding my existence really hurt. I entered the office like a terrified animal, visibly shaking like a leaf.
"Stay where you are; we need to make whatever it is you want brief. I'm in a rush."
"Liam, it's about y-yesterday; it's not
