Page 63 of Embriagado

His jaw clenched, yet the fear in his ugly eyes was enough to tell me he finally understood who was in charge here.

Good.

“I’ll handle the rest of the payment by the end of the week⁠—”

“Make it by the end of this working day,” I said with a polite smile. Only he didn’t seem to appreciate my good manners and instead replied to me with one ugly frown.

Ungrateful pig.

The clock on the wall ticked as seconds passed by, the sound reminding me once again that time was money, and currently, I was earning none.

“Chairman, did you not say you’re a busy man?”

“Why are you asking?” He scowled.

“Well, to me, it seems like this conversation has long since concluded, and yet, you’re still here.”

His face reddened, and his lips twitched in an unflattering manner. Although I doubted anything could flatter an ugly face like his. Truthfully, I should be paid more for needing to look at such grotesqueness. And that was without mentioning his smell, which reminded me of rotten fish.

At last, the pig got his ass off my expensive leather and moved to leave when I remembered something.

“One last thing, and do forgive me for being so scattered,” I said while unplugging the flash drive that had been connected to my laptop thus far, “but your name will be revoked from our guest list from now on.”

“What?”

I put the flash drive in my desk drawer and looked up. But before I could answer, sounds coming from the hallway interrupted my words.

How annoying.

“As I was saying⁠—”

“Fuck off!” someone barked from the other side of the door, and I rolled my eyes. Sadly, I already recognized the moron’s voice. But ignoring him, I cleared my throat. “As I was trying to say, you can’t expect to be invited to our parties after so bluntly breaking our rules⁠—”

“Again, the fuck are you? I need to see Ariyan, so fuck off.”

I’m going to kill him.

The chairman looked at the door, then at me.

“Who’s that?”

“No one you should concern yourself with. Now, then, please make sure to hand over the deposit tonight or⁠—”

The door to my office slammed open, and there stood the imbecile dog I’d been trying to tame for the past few weeks. Clearly, I was doing a poor job.

Knowing nothing about good manners, the idiot’s eyes jumped between me and the chairman before he asked, “You busy?”

What a fool.

Fighting hard not to roll my eyes as the answer to his question was obvious, I looked at the chairman, a smile on my lips.

“As I said before, it’s always a pleasure to host you in our humble abode. I tried to be as clear as possible, but in case you need further clarification regarding our discussion, I’d love to connect you with the owner⁠—”

“It won’t be necessary,” he hissed, voice tight. Then, without saying another word, he turned around and walked out of my office, leaving the door open behind him.

At last.

My jaw hurt from smiling so much, and finally able to breathe without choking on his scent, I sat down in my chair. If only people followed the rules, it would save me so much time.