On the other end of the phone, Leo's commanding voice came through again, urging me to do his bidding. He did not even give me time to respond or refuse before he abruptly hung up. The line went dead, filled with a grating beeping sound.
It was obvious he needed me, yet he carried himself as though he were doing me a favor. He sounded like he was throwing crumbs at a stray dog.
I turned my gaze toward the draft contract lying on my desk. It was impossible to give it to him, but there were some other things I would give him.
When I got out of the taxi at the Summer Group building, Leo was already waiting for me in the waiting room.
He looked calmly at me, then looked at his watch before saying coldly and nonchalantly manner, "You're fifteen minutes late."
His confidence was so natural, it seemed he was certain I would go to him.
I was so angry that all I could do was to laugh. I wondered how big my love for him had been in the past that made Leo was so sure I would always at his beck and call, that I was ready to go through fire for him.
Evelyn, who was standing beside him, looking dagger at me. She took a cup of tea in her hand and walked toward me with a feigned smile on her face.