Paige's POV
"Miss Paige, Mr. Hanson is complaining about the pool."
I massaged my aching temple.
"Miss Paige, Mr. Hanson is complaining about the stationary bike."
I balled my fists.
"Miss Paige, Mr. Hanson wants to talk to you about the unnecessary interruption of water in his suite."
That's it. I angrily rose from my swivel chair, shocking my assistant. She looked so scared as I gritted my teeth in fury and stormed out of the room.
I rode the elevator with sharp eyes and clenching jaws. When I reached Noah's suite, I knocked on his door with my balled fists.
His eyes twinkled after he saw me. His lips even twitched in amusement while looking at my angry face.
"Miss Manager—"
I pushed him inside his suite causing him to lose his balance. He fell on the floor and I sat on his stomach as I grabbed the collar of his shirt.
His lips parted as he looked at me with shocked eyes.
I glared at him. "What's your problem, Noah? You're interrupting my work!"