"What the f**k is this?" It was Adam, who is now fuming inside her room. He was holding a box of cupcakes 1 dozen, 12 pieces to be exact.
Angela’s plan to help Claire and Adam started. She left Claire with hope, telling her that she will help her.
"Are you deaf or something Miss Secretary?" Adam said now bending on her table, in front of Angela.
His piercing eyes with a hint of strong emotion is looking through her, she can't simply open her mouth to answer him. What makes her startle is not his angry stare but the distance of his face from hers. Oh my god, will he eat me alive because of the cupcakes? She can't still answer him, the fact that he is so near and invading her personal space.
"Answer, me." He demanded, slowly saying those words making her change her stares from his angry
