Be Your Own Spring novel Chapter 11

"Good morning Sir."

"What do you want?" I huffed and pushed my hands inside my pockets.

"Uh-Sir..."

I turned around and looked at her.

"Stop wasting my fucking time. What is it?"

"Sir, I just wanted to remind you that Ms. Wentmore will be here in the afternoon."

"Time?"

"Sir, uh...5:15pm"

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes I said, "Leave."

After 5 seconds when I didn't hear the door close, I turned back around only to look at her standing really close to me.

"Sir, you look really stressed....And hot today." she said touching my suit.

She fucking touched me I hate when people touch me. Fucking hate. Who knows where their hands have been? Who knows where her hands have been?

"Sirrr!" She purr. Fucking purred. Who is she, a cat?

Nope! Not doing this! Not fucking doing this.

I grabbed her wrists and pushed her off me. She stumbled a little and I just rolled my eyes dusting and fixing my suit.

"Macy"

"Lacy" she corrected.

"Yeah" I don't give a fuck.

"Yes sir"

"You're fired"

The look on her face was fucking priceless. Ha! Now leave.

"Wh..what..why..I-"

"Get your termination letter from the HR"

Her eyes widened knowing I was not joking. I never joke. I'm never joking.

She scurried off to the door crying.

Good riddance.

I sat in my leather seat. Angry. Fucking angry. Why is nobody on this goddamn earth of good use? I just need one. One. One fucking assistant who can do her job. It is not that hard people.

Getting me out of my thoughts was the sound of my phone ringing. When I checked the caller ID a small smile made its way on my face.

MoM/Maa: CALLING!

"Hey! My son who never cared enough to call his mom!"