Fuming Mad

Regor POV

I am livid. I could wring Katarina's neck.

“Who told you that you could poke your nose on my personal affairs?” I shouted at her when she came into my office.

I could give her credit. She did not even recoil from my outburst as some of my staff with lesser mettle would do.

She was Mrs. Calm and Collected personified.

“Mr. President, Sir, it was the party who hired me. Technically, I work for them. They gave me specific instructions that I need to carry out.”

Her voice was calm. Soothing, even. But I am too angry to care. If those old fools could think that they could run my show, they are in for a surprise.

“And Eliana was not on the list, I gather?” I asked, referring to the list of candidates that our political party shortlisted for my future wife. I have seen it earlier and balked at some of the names included in the selection.

She bit her lip and bowed her head.

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