HAPPY READING
Reyon Menture POV
"Why isn't this in order," I snap as she looks through the file I shove in front of her.
"Sir, I...I," she stammers.
"This was supposed to be on my desk, since morning," I say aggravated.
"Sir, you had me on the Devale file all morning."
"I want no excuses, I want it completed," I snap again.
"Right away, sir, I'll have it in an hour on your desk."
"Get it done right away."
Tracey tilts her head, she studies my face for a few seconds, "Is everything alright sir?" She asks.
"That's a stupid question, do I look alright? Just get my work done Tracy."
"Okay, okay sir," she rushes out of my office and I look back at the file in front of me. I find myself going through the file over and over again, still couldn't focus on what I read.
It shouldn't
