Con Artist| 47

I straightened my suit and pushed my hands into my pockets walking confidently into Mike's office, he sat behind his desk talking on his phone with a proud grin on his face. This man really annoys me. To think we were once friends, how odd. 

I pulled the chair out and unbuttoned my suit jacket before sitting down and staring at him,   he clenched his jaw and looked at me as I smirked at him, yeah buddy, I also don't want to be here looking at you. 

"Listen, Jeremy, I'll call you back later, something came up," he said into the phone and chuckled at whatever Jeremy said before ending the call and putting his phone face down. "Theodore," he cocked his head to the side leaning back on his chair. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I thought I should eventually pop in and greet my friend," I said, shrugging