Chapter 101

“Ummm, I need to talk to Jake. Is he there?”

Would I be answering his phone if he was? I mean, really, Marissa, it’s called common sense.

I bristle internally and cross my legs. I can picture her doe-eyed face and have the urge to poke a pen in one of her eyeballs.

I actually hate you!

“He’s in a meeting, Marissa; can I help you?” My clipped tone almost betrays my inner thoughts.

“No, I just need to speak to him urgently,” she whines. Her voice grates on me like nails on a chalkboard; I don’t like the tone either. I glance again at him through the door; he’s in full CEO mode, commanding the room somewhat angrily. I hesitate; his lousy mood is enough to put me off, and I sigh.

“Look, he’s actually in a crucial meeting; all I can do is take a message,” I respond drily; she’s adding to my irritation today.

“Just tell him to call me back as soon as he can,” she snaps at me haughtily, the rich kid’s attitude toward menial employees. The urge to s