Chapter 138: Anger

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"Wow…you are really…really bad at threats, Aniston. Laxatives? Laxative was the best threat you could come up with. Even the way you are standing doesn't encourage fear and your face looked like you are about to offer me chocolate"

I was taken aback and I couldn't speak. Anton removed his hand from his pocket.

"I am going to do something I rarely do. I am going to teach you how to effectively threaten someone and get them to take you seriously. Now stand upright, it will make you taller, narrow your eyes…please stop smiling…move closer to your intended recipient, pout and make sure to voice out each word with precision and bone chilling coldness, none of your sweet soprano voice, for Christ sake you are threatening someone not trying to get them to fall in love with you. Now, give it a try" Anton instructed me.

I relaxed. I was always in the mood to learn something new.

I stood upright earning another inch; I narrowed my eyes and pouted. When I opened my mouth, every word was