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13. Sick

Theodore

“What the fuck is this? Do you have eyes or buttons? Who filled out these quotations? And this is how you proofread any work before handing it over to me?” Everything was a disaster! Don't know for what reason, I was more agitated than I had ever been. I was just barking orders, and my assistant was hot on his toes going back and forth with a number of documents I solved at him. “Get this shit fixed now!”

“Yes Mr. Maxwell,” he said before running out of the office. Why the fuck was I feeling so hot? Taking off my coat, I tossed it on the couch before loosening my tie. Picking up the telephone, I dialed my assistant’s extension yet again.

“Get me a coffee on your way back,” I didn't wait for him to respond back before harshly slamming it back. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my forehead to release some tension. But did it help? Absolutely not.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and told the person to come in, knowing it would be my assistant.

“Here's your co
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