Chapter 22 "He thought He got Rid of It"

Eric entered his office in rage. He roughly pulled his black necktie around his collar and then threw it away. Then, he lied down on the sofa with an exhaust moan as if he just went home after a long battle.

Going against Lance Theodore will really make him feel like going to war.

Eric gnawed his lips while he recalled seeing Lance and Jane together while laughing. His forehead crumpled and he unbuttoned three buttons of his polo shirt.

‘I’m pissed off,’ finally, he admitted as placed his arm above his forehead.

This wasn’t the first time Eric and Lance had a fight. But today, he felt extremely mad. It was as if his patience perimeter snapped within him.

Why did he feel so angry?

“Sir?”

Eric heard his Secretary’s voice and the opening of the door. Yet, his eyes remained close and his arm stayed on his forehead. He did not budge to move.

Byron stared at his boss as he carefully walked inside the office. The place is oddly hot even though the AC is on.

“Sir,” Byron called again