DEVON
I was pacing in my room with clenched fists. Today was the worst day of my life. For the past six months, my mind spun the dream of meeting her again. But none of those dreams prepared me for today.
She fucking ruined my sweetheart!
The door of my room was opened, and Christine's head peeked inside.
"I heard it for the sixty-two times Boss! I get it. I have already arranged its repair and it will be back in a couple of days and even if you don't like it, you can always buy another one."
Was I that loud with my thoughts?
I ran my hand angrily through my brown hair. I picked up my phone and pushed open the door further. Walking past her, I grumbled. "I am going out."
Christine ran to obstruct my way with a pale face.
I pursed my lips, exhaling a sharp breath. "I am not driving, Christine."
Her shoulders visibly relaxed, and she stepped away with an exasperated sigh.
"Do you want me to accompany you?"
