The rest of yesterday, Ivy was in a bad mood because of what I did to her. I felt so confident after that. Usually I don't do this, but when I am angry and people push my buttons, I have to stop myself from literally lashing out. What I did to Ivy is nothing compared to the way that I want to slap her across her face.
I sit at my desk, but Mark and Ivy aren't at the office yet. I have my coffee on my desk while I write some notes down on the documents for Mark. Then I hear them arrive. Well, I hear Ivy's high pitched voice talking to Mark, she is yelling about something. I watch as they walk into his office. Mark looks irritated as Ivy continues to argue. Mark clenches his jaw as he walks to his desk and then he looks at me, holding my gaze for a while. He still looks good in his suit,
