Chapter Twelve

"Mr. Kendrick," I called out.

He glanced up, his eyes widening at my poisonous tone.

"Why did you fire Diego?" I asked him.

Without warning, he shot up to his feet and strolled up to me, standing mere inches in front of me before he spoke.

"Because he has a sharp mouth and I don't value that in an employee," he said simply, before turning and he began to hastily organize a stack of papers which were strewn over his desk.

"I have a sharp mouth and you haven't fired me because of it," I pointed out.

He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "He came into my office with the wrong type of coffee, argued back when I said it was rather lazy of my assistant to be recruiting other employees to do her job, and then refused to tell me why you were incapable of doing it yourself. In my eyes, those are three perfectly good reasons to fire someone."

"Maybe, they are, but.." I started but trailed off when he gave me a deadly glare, instantly rendering me speechless.

"Look," he said. "I suggest you go and