#Chapter110
I ran a frustrated hand through my hair and banged my had on the table as hard as I could. I had no idea if I wanted to hurt myself or if I wanted to see the woodwork break, but I couldn't deny the satisfaction I felt when I heard the wood crack beneath my palm.
I got up and lifted the table and with a flick of my wrists and upended the table with a crash. The voice resonated in the small room. I took a deep breath and felt my shoulders relax. I felt the tensions in my muscles loosen. Hell, it felt good. Definitely an amazing way to get rid of stress.
But I was done. Far from it.
I kicked the trashed table away from my way and stormed out of my office, with one destination in my mind. It was time I gave my father a visit.