You couldn't hate me more than I hate myself

"I'm done," I declared, my voice shaking with anger and frustration.

Sarawat lifted his head from the papers he was reading, his eyes piercing through mine with a cold, unreadable expression. It was as if he was daring me to continue, taunting me with his silence.

"If you're doing this just to get me out of your face, congratulations. It worked," I spat, my voice rising with each word. My fists were clenched so tight that my knuckles turned white.

"I'm done with this. I'd rather go back to my old position with lower pay than work under you," I snarled, my hands shaking with rage.

But Sarawat's response was not what I expected. He chuckled bitterly, a sound that echoed around the room and sent shivers down my spine. He slowly walked towards me, every step calculated and precise. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You think very low of me, Mr. Teepakorn," he said in a low, menacing voice that made my blood run cold.