CHAPTER 13

Harley's POV

Fuming all the way home, I climb down from the cab and take long strides towards the front door. In one swoop, I push the door forcefully open making it produce a creaking sound.

I sigh, the door is almost falling off and it needs repairs. I was planning to have it fixed from last month's salary but I didn't get it because I got fired from my job. We are halfway through with this month already and I am still unemployed.

I reduce my pace and enter the house, feeling sudden exhaustion engulf me with a mixture of anger.

I am mad at everyone. Mad at myself for no reason. Mad at the arrogant man who is making my life miserable and mad at Chelsea's father for not being patient enough for me to come for the interview.

By the time I got to his office, he was gone. I was told that he left in just a few minutes, making me wonder how the hell he got out of the company without my knowledge.

I wondered where he took me since I used the elevator. The PA noticed my confusion and told