Chapter One-Hundred and Six: More Trouble 

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.