PISSED

Gerald sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen. He couldn't concentrate on anything, and his mind kept wandering. He took a sip of his champagne and tried to calm his nerves. He had a feeling that Hazel, was going to cause another trouble, and he didn't know how to handle it. How could she be so confident? How he wished he had known it was her before giving her the job. He glanced at his wrist watch; it was past 9 and Hazel hadn't arrived. He dialed the number of the receptionist immediately.

“Hello! Good morning Mr. Fraser, how may I be of help?" He heard the receptionist speaking from the other end. Gerald cleared his throat.

“Em... I don't know. I just wanna know if Ms. Willoughby is present. Is she?"

“I am not quite definite sir, I haven't seen her this morning but give me a second, let me go through the attendance," The receptionist answered.

“Alright... I am waiting." He said and silence took over for some seconds. “Are you still there?" Gerald asked wh