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She slammed her fingers on the phone, pressing the red button until it disappeared completely.
Dante stood there, the line going dead in his ears. He tossed the phone to the table.
His already dark expression somehow turned even darker. He slammed the phone down onto the table, his frustration bubbling over. Without a word, he grabbed the vase from his desk and hurled it across the room. It slammed into the wall with a deafening crash.
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Outside his office, the employees jumped at the sudden noise. Everyone exchanged glances, their eyes wide with fear.
“Did… did you do something to upset Mr. Kingsley today?” one girl whispered to her colleague, who was trembling in her seat.
“You just went in there to give him files, didn’t you? What happened? What did you do to make him this angry?"
“I didn’t do anything!” the girl stammered. “I just handed him the files you gave me. What did you put in them?!”
“I didn’t change anything!” the other whispered back in a panic. “Why is he so mad?!”
Another loud crash echoed from the CEO's office. Both girls yelped, making them nearly jump out of their skins.
Inside, Dante ran a frustrated hand through his hair, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Anger surged through him, but underneath it all was something worse—desperation.
He hadn’t spoken to her in almost a week. He thought she would call, that she’d come to him to clear things up. She would show up at his office again, or his home. Hell, even his car.
He’d even started staying late at the office, waiting for her to show up to have a talk, but she never did. His patience had run out, and with each passing day, the fear crept in a little more.
Now, when he finally tried to reach out, she was ignoring him. His chest tightened, a mix of frustration and something far more unsettling taking hold.
‘Is she really going to leave me?’
The thought hit him like a hammer, making his chest tighten, and he found it almost impossible to breathe. The very idea of losing her was enough to make his heart race with panic.
He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed her number again.
Call rejected.
He stared at the screen, jaw clenched, and called again.
Again—cut off instantly.
He gritted his teeth, brow furrowing in frustration, and tried once more.
This time, the call ended even faster.
His patience was gone. Sanity was slipping with every failed attempt to reach her. The more he tried, the more she pushed him away.
With a furious growl, he stormed toward the door, flung it open, and stepped out. The staff outside jumped to their feet. The entire floor went still.
“You,” he barked, pointing at one of the two trembling assistants. “In my office. Now.”
The girl nearly cried on the spot. Her friend looked at her with wide, terrified eyes, silently pleading for her to be careful.
Legs shaking, the girl stood and walked toward his office like she was going to her doom.
The moment the door shut behind her, she started speaking in a rush—before Dante could even say a word.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm very, very sorry. I didn’t mean to mess things up. Please, give me another chance. I’ll fix it."
Dante turned to her, his brows furrowed in a deep scowl, his expression still thunderous.