Thane’s POV
“Boss, someone is in my office and he's refusing to leave.”
Mark, my ex-manager says.
Facing my window, my back is to him as I have my last laugh. Slowly spinning in the armchair, I still don't give him my face.
“Ok.”
I mumble, giving him silence thereafter.
“Sir?”
Spinning in a half circle, I’m now facing him. He looks confused, and out of this world.
“Then leave.”
I shrug.
“Or do you want to fight in my company?”
I hint at the ‘my’ so he knows who is in charge.
“But… I’m supposed to be there.”
“Well, Mr. Mark, don't tell me you hate sharing.”
I chuckle.
“Anyway, this isn't up to you to decide, you don't hold that power.”
Putting an end to his tantrum, I flip an envelope at him, smacking his chest aggressively.
“I’m the manager, this isn't adding up.”
I sigh, now overly irritated.
“I don't know how it took me this long to figure out you're thus slow.”
Covering my face in my palm, I just stare at him, irritated.