Chapter 18- Rage

Chapter Eighteen

I observed a gleam of delight on Fernández's face the moment I uttered Shirley's name, and it instantly caused a crease to form on my forehead. With an intense gaze fixed upon him, I inquired,

"What brings you such amusement?" I questioned, my eyes locked with his. I yearned to uncover the source of his amusement.

Fernández continued to chuckle, refusing to utter a single word. Summoning all my courage, I nodded my head, pointing towards him.

"Have you stumbled upon a jester or something? Do I look like a clown to you?"

I eagerly awaited his response, shooting him a stern glare. I could only wonder what audacity he possessed to perceive my words as a jest. It isn't the first time he is hearing Shirley's name either.

An abrupt silence enveloped us, followed swiftly by a clearing of his throat. I could sense that he was preparing to speak, but instead, he chuckled once more and replied, "Boss, no, not at all. Please forgive me, but it appears that you have developed an