Chapter 3. Bruce

I glared at him as he continued to stare at me with that outfaced look. He let out a smirk; then, he finally decided to say something.

“Your feisty attitude told me you would storm down here after hearing the news.” He crossed his arms across his chest. “And I was right.”

“You are such a fucking prick! How could you do this?!”

“Mind your language, young lady. You are in my office.”

My eyebrows rose in question. He adjusted his suit jacket and stood up.

“In my office, only I do the cursing.”

“You are a heartless bastard! You have to do something about that rent!”

He let out a small chuckle and took a few steps toward me.

“Watch your tongue. As I said, this is my office, and I call the shots.” His eyes were fixed on me, and he took his time to study everything I was feeling.

“You should have thought twice before ignoring my message,” he continued with a cold stare on his face. My jaws clenched, and my fists rolled up.

“No one