his eyes bore into me, stone cold.
fuck, fuck, fuck, i couldn't get sacked! i noticed the small smirk on his face, positively dripping with satisfaction.
i clenched my jaw, holding back a torrent of anger. "darling, i was only joking! no need to take this personally," i soothed, my voice shaking in an attempt to hide my anger.
"you were joking. this is my point exactly. i asked you to take things seriously but yet you continue to mock me and my authority."
i stood, carefully smoothing out my suit. i closed the distance between us. "now, now, i promise that it won't happen again, you have my word. my apologies," desperation, i noted grimly, tinted my tone.
he glared up at me, a dead silence heavy in the air. he finally nodded.
the rush of red consumed me once more and everything fell back into rhythm.
simon turned sharply on his heel and made for the door.
i exhaled a bit too sharply.
he looked at me over his shoulder, "may i help you any further, mr.walliams?"
his voice thrummed with mockery, his well-spoken accent the velvet lining.
but who could ever get tired of simon cowell's voice?
mr.walliams.
the way he called my name.
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