Please, Please , Please

Abram ~

I threw the files on the table and rubbed my temple, as migraine started to erupt inside my veins like, a hot volcano.

"I will get the right file, sir" I heard the timid voice of my manager and glared at him "Why the fuck do you think, I have enough time just to check which file is wrong and which is correct, huh?" I seethed.

"I am sorry sir, please forgive me, I will get the right file right away" He said and I banged my fist on the table " Just get the fuck out and one more mistake , and you will be fired" I gritted out at him, making him cast his eyes down in fear.

"I am so sorry, sir" He apologized again, and walked out of my cabin. I sat on my chair and rubbed my temple.

First at home, I have to deal with that bitch of my wife, and now at office with these, careless employee.

And this fucking migraine, I am fucking sick of everything. She has made sick of everything.

Her face, the amber of her eyes, her everything irks me and burns me to no extent. Her innocent faca