The drive home was quite silent, Shawn refused to talk and I couldn't judging from Shawn's face, it's either he would have hit me or thrown me out of the car,so we got home he didn't even opened the door for me like he did earlier all he did was got down and threw the keys to the guard, thinking we would reconcile, unknown to me that the hostility just started,
The hostility started with coffee.
Not the comforting kind, but the scorching, bitter kind. The kind that splashes across crystal glasses and hand-sewn Italian rugs—not by accident, but purposely.
"Clean it up."
Three words.
Arrogant.Icy. Domineering.
I stared at the mess for half a second too long. The steam still rose from the spilled pot on the boardroom table, dripping slowly to the floor. No one moved. No one breathed.
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