That day Sonny's office was like a minefield. Since morning, a tense atmosphere enveloped every corner of the room.
If the staff made a small mistake, wrongly arranged a document, served coffee that was too sweet, or even just knocked on the door too hard, they would immediately be sprayed with Sonny's burning anger.
No one was safe. Even his secretary who had worked for years was sprayed, even though she was only going to inform him about the change in Sonny's daily schedule that day.
"Gosh," said Elise, Sonny's secretary, still pale-faced after being scolded by Sonny, considered incompetent in managing his work schedule so that it kept changing. "What was my dream last night, to get such harsh curses this early in the morning."
"I think he slept in the wrong position last night,"
