chapter eighteen. Trouble

"Who are you to tell me that?". Viggo furrowed his brows as he tried to step to the side, however it was impossible as Daisy blocked his way. "I'm nobody. Still, you shouldn't go out looking like a disorienting person". She paused her lips and then looked up at him.

"I'm getting late for work already. Would you step out of my way?". Viggo asked, feeling frustrated. He didn't want to waste anymore time and this girl

"Well, not until you dress well and look like a man". She responded, maintaining her stance. If he was actually planning on going to work early, then he just had to dress well or else, this girl wouldn't let him go.

He kept his suitcase, next to him on the floor.

Whe Daisy didn't do anything, he knitted his brows and looked down at her.

Why was she just standing there as though she didn't know what to do?.

"Why are you just standing there and staring at me? I'm late and need to go to work".

His voice was laced with anger and Daisy blinked her eyes at him.

"Oh sorry, jus