WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?

"Hello?" Chris answered with irritation written all over his voice. It was clear to his manager at the other end of the line that he wasn't interested in talking to him.

"Chris, where are you?" He demanded. "I'm at your place right now."

𝑼𝒓𝒈𝒈𝒉𝒉𝒉.... Chris groaned inwardly at his statement. He kinda rolled his eyes before speaking up. "I'm at the gym now, I can't come home now and besides what are you doing at my place?"

"I demand your presence right now and don't ask me silly questions." Chris could feel the authority his voice carried and knew he wasn't kidding around. His voice was so firm and it left Chris with no option but to obey him. He rubbed his two eyes in a tired manner, after like a couple of seconds. He sighed and told his manager he will home any moment from now.

"Good, I'll be waiting for you." His manager hung up. Chris let out a deep sigh before standing up from the bench.