Chapter 59 TROUBLE

RAPHAEL’S P O V

‘‘Sir, you have a meeting at exactly three in the afternoon with…’’

‘‘Cancel it!’’ I abruptly cut Owen off, with a wave of a hand, dismissing him.

‘‘Before five o’clock, you also have to…’’

‘‘Didn’t I just tell you to get out?’’ I snapped once more, making Owen shake his head, and drop his hand while holding the clipboard organizer.

‘‘But I’m not done giving your schedule yet…’’ he groaned in disapproval, and my eyes flickered at him. I knew he could see the irritation in their depths, but it didn’t faze him a bit as he went on. ‘‘You cannot simply cancel one of them because…’’

‘‘Shut up!’’ I lashed out, my eyes narrowed into split. ‘‘Don’t tell me what to do, Owen! You’re just my personal assistant! Get out of my office! Now!’’

Owen sighed, and instead of sulking, a worried expression could be seen in his eyes before he spun around and walked out of my office, and out of my sight before I could say anything else.